Creep

There is something slowly creeping across my face
I try to fight it,
but I can feel it's warmth and strong presence
begin to curl the corners of my mouth.
The small ounce of fear,
another ounce of madness,
and a third ounce of anxiety
all team up.
They want this new sensation to disappear.
The three ounces say to each other, "I like it here, be strong,"
But the creeping sensation takes over if only for a moment,
It wins.
It shows its face in the form of laughter.
Could it be? Oh yes, how unfamiliar it is.
Happiness.