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.