yamixhikari

I'm happy, I am, don't you believe me? No? Is it because of the tears that stain my face Or my eyes bloodshot with rage? How about my inability to speak Or my fatal blank stare? I'd like to know if it's not too much trouble; Tell me, why do you think I'm upset? Is it my quivering bottom lip that gives me away Or is it my wringing hands? Could it be that my eyes look to the ground And my head is bowed low? Or is it that I look to you, expecting an answer?