You're sad because you're sad. br It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. br Go see a shrink or take a pill, br or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll br you need to sleep. br br Well, all children are sad br but some get over it. br Count your blessings. Better than that, br buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. br Take up dancing to forget. br br Forget what? br Your sadness, your shadow, br whatever it was that was done to you br the day of the lawn party br when you came inside flushed with the sun, br your mouth sulky with sugar, br in your new dress with the ribbon br and the ice-cream smear, br and said to yourself in the bathroom, br I am not the favorite child. br br My darling, when it comes br right down to it br and the light fails and the fog rolls in br and you're trapped in your overturned body br under a blanket or burning car, br br and the red flame is seeping out of you br and igniting the tarmac beside you head br or else the floor, or else the pillow, br none of us is; br or else we all are.