Seeing others happy was hard once
I would sob and weep at the sight of a couple holding hands in the park
I would scowl and hiss when someone would mention what makes them happy
So I put on a mask and I painted it yellow and drew a smile and I kept it on my face for years
Occasionally people wanted to see under my mask
But when I would show them they would walk away as they saw something that could not be fixed
Like a glass vase broken into such fine pieces, you'd think it was a powder
So I would put my mask back on and repaint it when people started to get interested
However one day someone came by and said they would like to see under my mask
Though I knew it was dangerous I revealed it to them and they began to glue my pieces back together
I noticed that she had some broken parts herself so I did my best to stitch them together like an endless jigsaw puzzle
After a while, I threw away my mask and my paint and my brushes
Then I realized the tables had turned in a way I would have never thought
Others saw us happy and would hiss and sob
The only difference is
If someone shows us what's under their mask we won't walk away