False Happiness Poem by Rose. E. Poe
False Happiness
What is happiness?
Is it love?
Or is it exactly the same as stated above?
It's only followed by pain and loss.
It makes you forget the reality of the world.
I know what happiness is;
Well I have my theories anyway.
I believe that it's all a lie,
A blindfold,
A crutch,
An evil thing to cripple you, and let you fall.
To break you down and make you week.
It is the end of all.
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