Good days are a deceitful facade
a fog between reality
when you hit that joyous peak
you'll find a foe there to meet
they push you, punch you
paralyze your core
the truth is
you were no better off than before
reality hits
you are a cracked plate
held for a second by liquid glue
a false hope of a perfect mend
the deception is perfection
you don't see the truth
my psyche will never be anew
for I am a cracked plate
life is a surprise party minus the surprise
there are ups, downs, and relentless highs
in the end the the glue decays the bond breaks
happiness is a deceitful facade

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