Just a Poem...

These times know not of happiness.


Any and every ounce of joy is merely a show for those who do not understand or even attempt to comprehend.


The fakeness of it all is sickening.  Outsiders have no knowledge other than what they think they see.  But what they see is not true.


Their own versions of happiness are ultimately the absence of it and they know not of what they should desire.


They know not of happiness.


We all know not of happiness.