It hurts to feel good.
One way or another, the goodness dampens, subsides.
The goodness is tough to keep going.
It lessens, it fades.
The false face to hide the hurt,
As the rug is pulled out from under you.
It hurts to feel good,
After when the good feelings fade.
But even during or before those positive times, as you know the drop will come eventually…
… it always does.
Yet the face is put on.
To go on.
To feel happy. To feel good.
I shall go on pretending.
That is all I have.
When I stop. I will stop.