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
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