the broken aura of happiness

I can be happy.

paper thin smiles and broken eyes

Showing you the world through the rips,

but you forget,

there is a masterpeice below.

come and watch the illusion,

the golden light that shines on me

rather than being in me.

The longer you see the light,

the darker the blue as you turn away.

And slowly the blood drips

from my cheeks, and

I turn as pale as paper,

Ripping from within.

only to turn blue again.

becoming everything I hid from being.

so can I be happy?

or will the faces finally show?

but how to be happy in unhappiness-

that seems to be the question