It's ever fickle with how it appears,
one moment you don't know it's there the next it shows up uninvited,
you know it supposed to bring you joy, make you laugh,
but it can be just as kind as it can be cruel.

It wont tell you when it shows up, it wont tell you when it leaves,
this two faced thing called Happiness,
it's something the world fears, something the world enjoys,
it hides in the shadows of others, openly lets itself be displayed on the faces of the rest.

it takes from you and you don't notice until it leaves,
leaving you feeling as depressed and as sad as before it arrived,
it teeters on the edge of welcoming and hated,
driving its steel knife further and further in as it watches you,
twisting and turning, writhing and rolling.

but if you've had enough of this thing, this....Happiness.
let it be known that as you take your final breathe,
say your final goodbye,
and wave your final wave,
know.
know that the world will not wave back.
it will never wave back.