The problem is, everything I do, I do to make someone else happy.
It inevitably falls apart.
And they go on to say;
You should do what makes you happy.
They do not realise that happiness is an alien concept for me.
It does not rest in my chest or in my mind.
I cannot summon it, wrangle it, or control it.
My passions are dead.
The only happiness I have left is that which I find in others.
And when they leave
so does my happiness.
Just once I'd like someone to understand that.









