They say happiness is everything and we should stop at nothing to achieve it
Even if we have to kill, cheat, lie or sell our bodies
As long as we are happy, everything will be alright
She goes out at random times in the night and comes back in the mornings
Reeking of drugs and shame
I can smell the mixture of body sweat even from across the kitchen
I can feel the guilt hang heavy above her head as she refuses to look at me when she enters and heads towards the bathroom
I can hear her silently sobbing, I would knock but I’m scared of the consequences
Money is one of if not the only driving factor in happiness
It allows us to go on trips, buy exotic items and accessories
It allows for flowers and chocolates
However, we live in a rat race and barely have enough time to enjoy these commodities
We are so busy with work, it seems happiness is a lesser good compared to money
She never approved of working, so she took to the streets as it makes more money and she can enjoy herself in the daytime
After her morning shower she collapses onto the bed, not eating breakfast nor hydrating herself
Her family doesn’t know what she does
They think she’s faring well in life
They don’t know the horrors she faces every night like I do
They don’t see her like I do
It’s something new every night
Different races, different faces
Only the preying eyes remain the same for her
They feel her every way they possibly can
She’s nothing to them except a form of pleasure
Something to use freely with no regret or regard for consequences
Yet, she always gets paid more and more
After every night she drags herself home where I reside and welcome her back
She used to cry into my arms and swear this would be the last time
She has gotten grayer lately
She seems devoid of color, devoid of life
I wonder if she even remembers her original goal of being happy
All that money and it still seems like she’s in a rat race
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