Hard Times

Hard Times

there's a feeling, surging deep within me
rising through my chest
as soon as it reaches my throat
it is clogged
but it oozes to my cheeks
they burn
it moves up until it gets to my eyes
my eyelids burn
i put my head down
raise a finger up to the little drop of water
rolling down my cheek as if begging for attention
and wipe it out of existence
i sit down alone and write about it
smiling occasionally when i meet someone's eyes
or see some familiar faace
i'm quickly transformed into a tense machine
all my meta;s clicking at once
rushing to welcome
anyone who passes by
suddenly, i'm all smiles
my throat is clear
my voice launches into overtone
and Happiness is my name!