Happiness
We tend to blur the lines between purpose and lies
as we break our spines reaching for our broken prize.
We force a smile while we scream inside
throwing up bile as we choke on our pride.
We grin as we stand before the mirror
learning to rebrand our shakey interior
Laughing we return to the idea of being satisfied
while we learn that our dreams have died.
"Its life" they say with blank stares
While we await the day we no longer live our nightmares.
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