Happy Hurting

Fix me Mr. Doctor.
What is the matter?
I’ve been burnt. I hurt.
Yes I do. Maybe you do too.
Is it greedy to demand your attention? 
Or whimper with fear at each sign of affection?
Is this happiness?
Just the same as before, and a little bit dumb?
Forced to forgive and forced to feel numb.
So sad, so I sing.
What should I miss?
I’ll stay stupid to find Happy.
There I’ll find bliss.