lemonade

don't tell me
about how to make lemonade
out of lemons or
to put my best foot
forward,
don't tell me that
the glass is half full.
don't tell me
that the sun will come
out tomorrow or that there
is a silver lining
in each dark cloud, or
that there's light at the end
of the tunnel.
stuff it. stick it in your ear.
let me suffer for a day
or two. sink
into the black hole of despair
and then come up and join
the rest of the world,
and you.