in the morning I laugh

at night I cry


my burden is half

what my penance could try


but I've been schooled

all good intent a delusion


and others were fooled

in all this confusion


I thought I could make amends

I thought our efforts mattered


but that's not how it works my friends

only vanity gets flattered


and then slammed and broken

of which dawn laughs and dark tears are mere tokens



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