Happiness
Happiness is what marks my face
This fake smile is out of place
The heart is breaking in my chest
Hands folded against my breast
Aiking to smile again
Making people wonder where I've been
Look in the mirror and tell myself
I put all my problems on the shelf
I embrace the Goddess that I am
No longer will I give a tinker's damn
The problems I have melt away
A real smile will cross my face today.
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