The Melancholy of Happiness

I was once happy, and It is one of the wonderful thing that ever happened into my life. That kind of happiness that you dont have to burst laughs, because you need to be so silent.
I knew that i needed to stay silent. Though it's a bit hard, but i did manage. Indeed it is so silent, but inside of me, there's a lot of noisy fireworks. Or maybe its more than fireworks. Whatever, I dont know how to define it but—It was so amazing.
I was really really really really happy. Yes, I was before one thing i realize—It's only good to mine.

It is sad to think when you are happy but the others are not. The melancholy of happiness is you are happy but the world is against you. Could you tend to smile when it's their sadness or anger? Could you tend to be happy when it is part of their rule that you should not to? How can you be happy when what they know—it is a crime.
What is wrong? And what is right? Do i have the right to choose myself? Well maybe it is right. So I chose to be happy, And i was happy...I was.

But for those people who put others first than theirselves, poor them.

In the other part of the world, Happiness happened to own in only one side. I wonder who wins—is that you or them?

Well in my story, I was happy and that was only before....
Because they won.