Wanting to write joy
To appease the need to please.
My words so fake, my body so ill.
Joy, who are you? Where do you come from?

There you are, in a little one's laugh.

My laugh is lost, my smile a facade.
The policeman says "You won't do it, you're not nuts."
I smile, my cheeks dimple.....
My mask in place I wonder again,
Who are you Joy?
Where are you