When Happiness Hides.

Sometimes happiness hides.

I can't seem to find him anywhere.

I look under the table.. not there.

I look into my friend eyes, not there either. 

Life doesn't seem to be fair.

All I want is to find happiness.

Find a genuine smile, something real.

Something to feel. 

Maybe i'll find him next week. 

Than again, maybe not. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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