Wrath In A False Laugh

This weekend has been very hectic and hellish in Maine. Must wrote now!

I just know if it is new,
or if it is just the sight through,
a pair of eyes of an different age,
but now I see the darkness,
out of the false happiness,
that keep them together,
They are nice to their faces,
but back stabbing in other places,
quarreling over pity things,
the cheating and envy,
all hidden quietly,
under arrogant jokes,
others take things and use them,
now rusted and abused them,
from a immature neglect,
others ask for favors,
then make mean gestures,
on people who show them only love,
Others cackle and complain,
until it leaves a stain,
in their reputation and character,
all I know is the fighting,
over this stuff is making,
the love melt away,
in the craters of all,
the rusted past against the wall,
where neglect of a man presides,
Anger and wrath,
hidden by a emotion laugh,
will not make that unity that we should have...