A new, but quite sad poem.

I found this poem, and it's  almost exactly how I feel, 80% of the time. Sad, but true.
The appearance of happiness.

The appearance of happiness,
Such a sad thing,
To appear happy,
People start to expect things of you,
Expect your smile,
Expect your laugh,
So you begin to force it,
Your smile gleaming with happiness is just an act,
A charade,
To fool others into your appearence of happiness.
-E.C.