Shame

Go through the day
With a cloud over my head
After all -
What is happiness
When it is uprooted
Before the harvest is done?
Expectations, plans, outlines
All laid out by society
Failures, resentment, outcasts
The results.
The perfect image
Broadcasted over radios
Or television screens;
Those noble souls that
Everyone tries to emulate.
Good looks and good deeds
Are nothing without pristine smiles.
And for the all rest of us -
The average? The regular?
Those who couldn't make that supposed cut -
What is there but shame?