The thing I figured out in High School, is that when you laugh, the words will laugh with you. When you cry, you cry alone. Why is that? I'll tell you why: It's because people only care about popularity. If someone sees you cry, they think you are weak. Nobody wants anything to do with a week person. Its human nature.
When you sing, others sing with you. It's just like when you laugh, they love the feeling of happiness. But when that singing turns into a sign, it just echoes around everything and people turn it into a happy sound. Nobody likes sadness.
If someone gets married, or someone has a kid, everybody wants to go to the wedding or see the baby. But if they have to go to a funeral, no one wants to go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe...
"All ways try to be happy, even when you are not" is the phrase that I stuck to during High School. I know that the second I showed my sadness, I would be a loner. So I always made sure I was perfect. I had the best parties, the best cloths, the best everything.
When I had my parties or a together, I always made sure I had enough food. My mom always said that if their was no food, nobody would stay. Be tough, offer help, and you might make it far in life. But no matter what, everybody will always die alone, in the rooms of pleasure on the long, long train. One by one, we will all file on. And navigate the small aisles of pain.
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Hey guys! Based on the poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox! IF you guys have a poem or a song that you want to see me base a story on leave them in the reviews!