saying how things are

Saying how things are is not complaining.

 I cannot breathe sometimes. 

I’m all for optimism but happy clappy positivism? 

There is something very dysfunctional about pretending to smile while ignoring the rubbish around you,

Pretending everything is hunky dory,
But carrying on despite how crap it is
 but its abit desperate
when i catch awhiff of that desperation,  
I fear what's beneath