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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