Most seemingly ‘happy folks’ hide behind
cracked walls and broken windows
repairing only the outside for brownie points,
while the inside, severely dilapidated, barely can
withstand the pressure. Those folks are often
more miserable than the ‘regular unhappy people,’
no sugarcoating the misery. For every smile,
the ‘happy ones’ put out, a frown screams back,
“save me; I can’t keep up the pretense.”