Metaphors of happiness
Are nothing but letters
Written on the life scenario sheets.
My pages are full of smudges and blurs.
You keep on throwing
Your recited smiles at me,
Choking me in images of your radiating grin.
Wordy gusts catch me at my back
When I’m trying to escape
Your ever-so-nice face.
I can see your eyes shine
At the sight of my sadness.
Time will come,
And you will stop smiling.
Eyes will turn into dull crystals,
Mouth will no longer show the revolting grin
Of the staged niceness.