Enough is Enough

"You smile, laugh, dance too much"

"You do entirely too much all the time"

Tell me, is my joy too much for you?

Or is it that I'm not miserable enough for you?

Perhaps it's actually that you're too miserable with your self?

It's ok, dearest plum pie.

I will continue to smile,

I will continue to laugh,

I will continue to dance,

All on your grave that you dug for me.