Happiness Poem by Rupert Pine

Happiness

Happiness.
What a fake thing.
Easy to fake.
It seems as if no one cares anymore.
They won't notice if its fake.
Why not hide those depressive thoughts?
They don't care, Do they?

Thursday, January 25, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
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