Laughter Is The Best Medicine.🤡

They say laughter is the best medicine,

but no one ever asks the patient.

No one questions the dosage,

when the pills come with isolation.

Or how a grin can stretch

just wide enough to mask frustration.

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He laughed…

but it wasn’t from joy, it was friction.

The sound of a man

caught between silence and contradiction.

Every chuckle, a twitch.

Every smirk, a stitch

in the wound they never bothered to fix.

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He was kind, once.

Gentle hands, soft voice,

but the city is loud, and it leaves no choice.

You either toughen or break.

So he bent till he cracked,

and still, they told him to smile

like that could bring his mother back.

*

A city raised on lies

and blank stares from tired eyes.

They fed him fairy tales,

then punished him for believing.

Said the world was good,

but forgot to mention the grieving.

*

They gave him meds, not meaning.

Labeled him before they listened.

Put a mask on his pain

and called it healing.

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So he danced.

In chaos, he found rhythm.

In the noise, he found a voice.

And in laughter, he found a weapon.

Not to harm,

but to remind them

what it sounds like

when the unheard finally make a choice.

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He didn’t want fame.

He just wanted to matter.

But the world only watches

when you shatter.

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They saw the clown,

but never the child beneath the paint.

The boy who waited for love,

but learned restraint.

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Every joke,

a journal entry in disguise.

Every laugh,

a language of the ones who don’t survive.

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He was tired of pretending.

Tired of pretending that the noise in his mind

was just static.

Tired of playing sane

in a world that’s more tragic than the madness they feared.

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So he laughed.

Not to escape,

but to endure.

Not to forget,

but to cure…..

To cure the ache of being overlooked,

The ache of being misunderstood….

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And maybe that’s the irony,

that laughter really was the medicine,

but not because it healed him.

Because it revealed him.

And them too…

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The doctors. The neighbours. Corrupt men in suits.

Mum who told him to smile like everything’s good.

The ones who smile in daylight

and rot at the roots.

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It was never about jokes.

It was never about glee.

It was a scream in disguise,

a way to say:

“This world hurt me before I hurt me.”

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“And now?

Now they’ll see what happens when you break.”

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So go ahead, quote the phrase.

Say it’s clean. Say it’s clever.

But remember:

Sometimes the medicine

just makes the sickness last forever.