Happy

I should be happy, I should be asleep,
But in the stillness of the night, I hear someone weep.
I know I am great, or so I am told,
I remember being funny, I think I was bold.
I have been treated badly, even with disdain;
But that’s not the reason I feel pain.
I still am funny, I still do laugh,
It’s an illusion, in it, there’s no heart;


It’s so late at night, I can see a new sun,
My head is too groggy to think of a pun.
Once my throat was dry from talking uncut,
Now my mouth stinks from remaining shut.
I was once in love with my sleep, why didn’t it last forever?
I know not why our relationship is severed, we are not together.
I guess it was a war between me and everyone,
I lost my smile, I guess I lost a ton.


It’s gone on too long, I am inured,
Everybody is happy, they say I am cured.
The greatest privilege is to love and care,
I have seen emptiness, I wish I could share.
I have more than many, my needs are met,
I have nothing, nothing I wanted to get.
My pillow is drenched, it’s not sweat,
I knew I heard someone weep, my eyes are wet.