a grieving poet, sad as always
a mundane life, dull as always
a superficial smile, fake as usual
a jovial laugh, pretentious as usual

even if she tries to smile honestly
even if she struggles to make it
she fails
she fails
she fails
she is a failure

ever wonder how it feels to be:
a woman
a human
a good-for-nothing
a ne'er-do-well
?