Same as Sorry, this is a "take a word, and start a new line with each letter of the word" kind of poem.
Happiness
Happiness is such a bittersweet emotion. It’s
A time of smiles and joy, but how do people know that
Protecting such a thing only brings sorrow and dispair. For happiness
Protects a hidden desire to hurt, and hurt some more.
I, for one am one who has long forgotten it. Actually,
Now I loath the fact of happiness, and detest the fact it
Even exists in our world. To feel happiness is to finally
Surrender the sorrow that kept you sealed off from the world.
Staying who you are is what true happiness is.
Happiness
Happiness is such a bittersweet emotion. It’s
A time of smiles and joy, but how do people know that
Protecting such a thing only brings sorrow and dispair. For happiness
Protects a hidden desire to hurt, and hurt some more.
I, for one am one who has long forgotten it. Actually,
Now I loath the fact of happiness, and detest the fact it
Even exists in our world. To feel happiness is to finally
Surrender the sorrow that kept you sealed off from the world.
Staying who you are is what true happiness is.