I put on another fake smile today,

nobody seemed to notice.

I hide behind a mask,

Nobody knows how I really feel.

I have been to the highest mountains and lowest valleys,

But happiness still hides from me.

Like an ominous thick fog,

Desperation, despair and disappointment surround me.

Every time I manage to get up,

Something knocks me back down.

It has now occurred to me,

That happiness is no more than a mirage.

You think it is within reach,

But once again it disappears.

Happiness is an evanescent feeling,

An addiction in reality.

It's effects, short lived,

And you're left with a craving for more.

Loneliness and depression are inevitable,

They are ground zero, the sober feelings of life.