Happy People
Don't you hate.
That awkward silence
As if there's an odor
And you're bad bacon
It's when people talk
And laugh with care
And you sit and watch
Glancing a dare
Then you speak
To break the ice
But their expressions
Makes you feel sliced
You try so hard
By telling jokes
But embarrased smirks
Just say you're broke
It's tough to hear
The cloak that ticks
As the only banter
When you killed the bliss
So you return
To the house within
Watching a window
Of happy people
It feels so nice
To never try
When others live
And you can hide
...From the happy people
poem by Kevin Patrick
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