"Life is good" those t-shirts say,
It's hard to agree when I have a bad day.
When sadness and pain follow me around,
I have an uncontrollable urge to pound those shirts into the ground.
That saying to me holds a special hurt.
I feel like I'm being mocked by a t-shirt!
"Life is good" those t-shirts read,
As if no one has ever committed a heinous deed.
Hurtful words and damaging acts,
The shirts act as if these aren't known fact.
Kindness and happiness, those t-shirts preach,
As if those two things aren't now impossible to teach.
Hopeful thoughts, yet lying words.
"Life is good"… what a turd!
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