I miserably fail
To smile.
A frown so wicked,
So vile
Upon my face
Does rest.
Its only purpose
To infest.
Shell of life
My skin
Dying from 
Within
Happiness?  
I try.
My hobby?
I cry.
Relentlessly
Life lives,
Taking what
It gives.
Piercing quiet
Returns,
Causing my heart
To burn.