Solitude in the Laughter

His smiling face was always laughing at me,cruel laughter. Always watching me lose my mind with those ardent contemptuous eyes. Every second I watched,the angrier I became,it was my right to laugh. This was my victory,not his! So why was he the one stiff with mirth? It echoed and it was deafening but it should have been mine. And I saw only hell in those bloodied smiling teeth.