My window

by shandy   Nov 2, 2005


I run to my window of happiness
look out hoping that some of it will rub off on me
nobody sees that its all an act
I'm not happy i go home and cry everyday
just once i wish somebody would see
but they dont
so i pray that some day ill be like that again
so as i close my window of happiness
i put my happy mask on and walk out the door

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