What is happiness?
Is it the mask we place upon our faces?
The ones size fits all plan handed to us when we are 'broken.'
What is sadness?
Is it tears falling down our cheeks, landing on our feet?
Tears so heavy that you can move, let alone bring yourself to speak.
What is life?
Is it masks because we are too scared to open up?
Is it weight holding us down because we don't want someone else to help us carry it?
Is it what we have been taught since childhood?
The world screaming happiness is important but handing us masks as soon as sadness comes.
