Reasoning.
Smile curls into a sneer,
can't seem to fold it down,
mind aches,
hand shakes,
heart is dry,
bring the rain,
I tell them the same thing again and again.
Are you crying,
no I'm just cold,
are you dying,
no I'm just old,
are you smiling,
no I'm just bold,
are you flying,
yes or so I'm told.
Is that your mind in the garbage can?
Is that a ring upon your hand?
Is that the substance that was banned?
Am I just sitting when I should stand?