hope is the thing with feathers
it’s the thing that carries joy
hope keeps families together
it holds happiness
but hope is the thing with knives
it’s the thing that can hurt more than having none at all
hope kills joy
and it breeds disappointment

disappointment has many colours
disappointment is pink
disappointment is blue or green
like all the things that you can’t see
disappointment is black
like the bad memories you can’t take back

regret wears many capes
regret wears horns and holds a pitchforked staff
regret wears a red suit and makes you hate
regret hurts your lungs and stops your laughs
like when something funny turns into something sad