You’ll never know it
Where and when it starts
Then you’ll see patterns
Of yourself
With which muscle is dominant in their smile
What they find funny
Where they find happiness
And I know we’ve been taught
To find our own
Be it learned through a tragic lesson
Or influenced popular opinion
But how can happiness
Be a line, dispassion from yours
When all they are
Is but a reflection,
An extension?
Of who you are
What makes them whole
Is happiness but
A skin you shed?
A skin you show?
A skin that masks everything
You don’t feel anymore
danDAman 