My head shakes soundlessly,
my heart is just as silent,
if I can't hear you,
you can't hear me,
would you call that good parenting?

I'm happy, I'm happy,
I know I am happy,
just for a moment,
for this one inconsistent second,
I can smile and laugh and know that I am real,
even if it feels I am floating alone in the winter skies,
being churned by you and your sweet lullabies,
this moment feels great and lovely inside,
but outside? I will hide and I will hide.

Are you happy? Are you happy?
If you ask, I think not.
Then again, I think a lot of things,
you wouldn't want me to have thought.

- IV
dress, style, and black image