The Erroneous Way Some People Smile

   I.

The erroneous way some people smile,

Can make me sick to my stomach;

And leave my mouth tasting of bile.

The way they laugh and they deceive,

Can lead my tongue to cynical rot;

And bring my mannerism to its knees.

   II.

But what they don't see,

Is how I see through and in between.

What they refuse to believe,

Is how they are just as helpless as we.

   III.

They demonstrate throughout the town,

Spreading a diseased word as they go;

Leaving the rest little room to think,

And even less room to disagree aloud.

   IV.

They suggest happiness is a luxury--

One given only to a faithful few.

Meanwhile, I disagree and suggest that

Happiness is in being the only thing I need.