The glass

The glass is half full
The glass is half empty
The glass is just empty

I’m jubilant
Smiling, laughing , dancing
The world is a pretty painting
My eyes creasing from my smile
My mouth is tiring from endless conversing
Though I’m still shining bright

I’m somber
Frowning, crying, lying
The world is a monochromatic image
My eyes damp from the cries of agony
My mouth is trying to lift itself into a smile
Though the melancholy overwhelms me

I’m hateful
Screaming, cursing, punching
The world is burning in hell
My eyes a red from my rage
My mouth is bloody as my words come back to bite me
Fury has always taken over me

Now the glass is broken

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