volcano

when you smile 
when you laugh
volcanic eruptions of joy and happiness flow over me like molten lava.
eventually the joy cools and hardens to my body.
I find myself trapped
trapped in your happiness.
It seems odd
the comparison
of 
happiness 
and
trapped.
layer after layer flows over me 
completely suffocating me
unable to move
caught
in the clutches of the great antithesis of happiness and suffocation

This poem is about: 
Me

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