The World is Full

The world is full
of pithy little sayings and
sweetly spoken platitudes
by the shiniest of happies.

"Everything will be okay,
and Everything will work out in the end.
There is always tomorrow,
So don't fret my friend."

Oh, platitudes.
You have stung many a heart,
as they lay in Happy Halls,
anesthized with Prozac.

Hearts,
which felt burdens which Happies
Have never known,
And if they did, lie forgotten.

And still...
And still...
The UNhappies are berated,
scolded and dismissed.
As layabouts, and lazy louts.
Who choose to live as UNs.

Oh society...
Do you know?
Do you care?
Do you love those
who do not love themselves?
No.

Instead;
the shiney happy society,
declares us louts
and, in the same breath,
turns and gives us
vain platitudinous Hope.