To Be Happy

This is what it feels like to lose a game that I never meant to play,

To feel myself drained, when happiness comes to play--

Left to brood, no love in my eyes--an empty veil to hide.

I once has the audacity to believe I should be happy,

The pretense to think I was a knight in shining armor.

Where are you, when the light goes out?

Where are you, when my eyes are closed?

Oh, my spinning head won't let me rest,

A plethora of listlessness overcoming,

Trying to hide the secrets held deep within.

May you walk towards the burning light,

And find me waiting there, and here my voice—

Listen to the silent plea my eyes deliver,

Look past the half-masked smile to the sadness within.

When my head is bowed, know I'm trying to speak,

Trying to let you see the face beneath the mask.

My eyes are red, for it is hard to sleep

While my wakefulness feels like a twisted dream.

When the lights turn off, the truth comes out,

Always leaving one of us malcontent.

Little did I know, little did I care;

Little did I know, I lost the game--

I lost before I even knew your name.

      DannYetman

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