Happyness is my facade.
My eyes hold a deep secret,
as I smile and laugh.
People never care to notice
the secret that screams from within these eyes.
They only see the stoic smile
of a broken soul.
I stand in the crowed
living a time stilled life,
while others pass me by.
Darkness looms over
head as I shed my dry tears,
that fall to blind eyes
and deaf ears.
The pitiful sound
of cruel judgmental words,
and cackles of unforgiving laughters,
echo through my paranoia.
Slowly I become a hollowed shell,
of robotic happiness.
Ounce by ounce
being filled with empty emotions.
Author notes
I wrote this last night and ended up falling asleep without really knowing it shortly after reading the last stanza. It's not where I wanted to end it, but I lost the mood to continue it. To me it seems like it should end differently, but for now that's how it'll be.
I'm also working on a title.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I loved it....loved the mystery in it...everything...
Also,I have an idea for the title of this piece
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