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You say you’re happy,
That the world is on your side,
That life is a smooth road
And you enjoy the ride.

But your eyes they tell a different story,
One that’s filled with pain,
One that says you struggle to see,
The sun through all the rain.

You say that life is wonderful,
You love who you’ve become,
That with each and every step you take,
You feel you find the sum.

But if one were to look deeper,
You know that they would see,
You weep night and day,
Because you don’t know who to be.

You sit there with a smile,
And act like it’s all good,
Like you have everything you need and more
Than you ever thought you could.

But behind that smile hides the truth.
The truth that you have lost,
The one that you need the most,
at an insurmountable cost.

You move along from day to day,
With a smile and tricked eyes.
You laugh and love and do all you can,
To hide behind the lies.

But at the end of the day,
When you can stop the show,
Your smile quickly fades away,
And no one even knows.

Your eyes come out and speak the truth.
It kills you to live with how you feel.
And you weep night and day to know,
That all you hide is real.

Shrink Poem--Golf Season

Golf was absolutely ridiculous.
The ridiculous rules,
at the ridiculous country club.
The ridiculous snow covering the ground still
halfway through our ridiculous season.
That sandwedge I snapped in half was ridiculous.
Ridiculous golf hats and yellow shirts.
Ridiculous practices where we did nothing.
Those ridiculous cheaters from Sisters.
Ridiculous bee that stung me on the tee box.
Ridiculous "Big Red" whom shot a ridiculous 182.
The ridiculous daily trips to Eagle Crest for ridiculous practice.
Our ridiculous coach in her green and purple sweat pants.
Our ridiculous excuses not to hit that ridiculous ball with that ridiculous club.
Ridiculous drama over ridiculous boys.
Ridiculous attempts to run and lift weights.
The ridiculous fundraiser tournament with,
those ridiculous boys that sat on their lazy butts all day.
Ridiculous range picking.
The ridiculous sleepovers we had,
watching ridiculous Rock of Love,
and eating ridiculous amounts of junk food.
Our ridiculous plan to avoid hitting range,
by playing a ridiculous round of miniature golf.
Ridiculous sunburns.
Ridiculous Rick and his ridiculous ways.
The ridiculous car I hit with my ridiculously horrific sand shot.
Our ridiculous thirty stroke victory at District.
Ridiculous Crook County crying over their ridiculously pathetic defeat.
Ridiculous practice round at the ridiculous OGA course.
Ridiculous trees and rocks and water.
The state tournament was completely ridiculous with the rain and hail and wind.
Our ridiculous state championship,
after our ridiculously aweful scores.
The ridiculous after-party at Eagle Crest,
running through ridiculous sprinklers and
dancing ridiculously to Britney Spears.
Ridiculous award banquet with our ridiculously embarrassing coach.
Ridiculous ridiculous golf season.

Oh how I loved it!