Hiding Happiness

Shards of glass shatter on the floor

A harsh reoccurence

Of undisclosed rage and unyeilding attacks galore

Pull back the curtain and you will find gold

Not that of wealth

But of a sentiment untold

A euphoria that has been kept from the rest of the world

Locked up in the darkness to never escape

They keep it from the people, never to swirl

Through the lands creating an eccentric shape

Some people live day in and day out

Going through the emotions without even knowing

What they are hiding inside from those who don't shout

Even when their suspicions are high and fiery glowing

These people won't share that unheard of jubilation

They let the society suffer without stepping in

Their lives are left in the hands of monsters who don't care about the nation

They will never laugh, smile, or give out even the smallest grin

This is an abomination, but also strangely habitual

Who knew their little home would become like this

It's a mournful and terrifying ritual.

Reviews

[Chrishauna Thompson]

This poem is very inspireation.! I admire that.!
#Well Done.!

[Bailey B.]

Like many have said, I see this poem as powerful. Detailed and true. A very good read :)

[just is]

Such a powerful read, well expresed as well

[Shy Girl]

When a rage becomes so great that even the ones living with this time bomb awaiting the timer to tick down...they may not even see or understand, what they would call after seeing the implosion later, the tiny cracks of unsetteled unhappiness to help. To late comes the help often...Hiding in plain sight is what boggles many...why hide the smile? Pain and pleasure are twin-ish to eachother... release enough ouch (not in violent ways obviously) enough ouch that the "Woo Hoo" moments become much more frequent and the timer resets..just hope that the red button isn't touched again...in there lies the struggle of many :)

[L0v3craft]

i agree with aurora b. about this piece-- powerful & graphic.

100/100
well done =]

[de-oblitus]

brilliantly said. beginning to end was strong.

[that-little-green-monst..]

Powerful emotions. You end it strong. Great job!

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting.

[Tina Kline]

Very powerful and graphic...keeping one's self and emotions hidden too long can result in wild chaos and destruction. Keeping the truth hidden can cause a similar result. Excellent poem.