Happiness
Why do I seem like the happiest person in the world, when I’m breaking apart inside? Why do I give all of my love to strangers when I can’t give it to thoes close to me? Why do I laugh when all I want to do is cry? Because I am broken. I am a puzzle that no one bothered to finish putting back together. But even through all of this I recognize that others need me, so I put on a happy mask and keep a smile on my face for them even if all I want to do is crawl up in a ball and cry ‘till I have no more tears left.
