Where are you, happiness?

Why do you hide

Under the weight

Of a condition never heard but always seen

A smile? Harder to attain than a kiss

I just don’t understand why they wish

I am me, for now and forever

But what if I wasn’t? What if I was like them?

Talked like them

Danced like them


And was loved

Like them, by them

Would I be happy then?

Or would I just be placated

Into falling past the guardian angel

Called uniqueness

And into a realm of too many strings

Not enough puppets

And a stage so small that killing

Is the only way you’ll ever get dialogue

The thinking ones don’t entertain

The silent ones don’t inspire laughter

And the ones who wish for a better home

Are sent rather painfully

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