Laugh

Laughter should bring joy, but it's piercing my ears. It's actually making them bleed. I know I'm not alone. It doesn't seem sincere, it's trying too hard. What must that laughter sound like out of these walls. I wouldn't want to know. Maybe we all could have heard it once, but instead we got a vacant stare and an uneaten lunch. There are things that don't seem to add up. The swings are wild and unpredictable. One day the hat is down and the face is sad, the next the face is grinning and running around like a wild child. Freedom can't come soon enough.