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Title: Happiness is the art of being broken
Date Submitted: 1/5/2007
Email: crimson_surrender@hotmail.com

 
Poem: Happiness:
It's the art of being broken
with the least sound,
it's accepting all that is
and that no more may be found.

It's the art of being broken,
without a sound to show.
I hide the hurt and scars
withold the tears that flow.

A sound barrier around,
keeping it all inside,
fortification for the weak,
it's in here that I hide.

With the pain I built this shield,
of hurt and hate and lies.
A reason for this lonesomeness
a hundred faceless alibis.

Each insult forms a brick,
each fear, another layer.
Insulation from the cruel world
for my soul, the unwitting player.

No more can one see,
through this widening distance,
the pain it is for me alone
and it's I who needs resistance....