That facade you keep,
that joyous mask,
the pretense that everything is going fine;
it makes me sick.

It makes me ponder
if there's something deeper hidden within.

A simple gaze reveals the truths
sealed away behind those dampened eyes.

Your distant gaze covers emotions that lie
deep below in a dark, cavernous soul.

Shadows lurk and plot and scheme
to steal away that sunny persona.

A simple smile slices through the dark,
sharper than any double-bladed sword,
triumphant over the oppressive depression
that threatened to overtake that false spirit;
making it real, an existing ecstasy
brought about by another's needless risk,
and now that victory brings the realization
that all is as it should be; all is right and fine,
and your personal world gains a universal contentment.