I swallow my hatred and reach into my bag of fake smiles
My facade grows weaker each day
A cantankerous old man pretending to be a person
My old eyes only see in gray
I wear misery like a favorite coat
Cursing the weather and the news
My old back reminds me that standing is no good
My life's theme music is the blues
Change your attitude, she says
Your outlook really sucks
See the glass as half full
I think my personality is the crux
I sigh softly and look out at the cloudy day
I put on my plastic smile again
And daydream my day away
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