I am happy.

I am, I am, I am.

I am happy because.

Don’t I look happy?

If you tell me I should be happy,

Then I am.

If you tell me not to be sad,

I will never touch it.

I have seen what it has done to you.

Does it hurt to touch?

Flesh dried to husk and heart worm-eaten.

Still, it is mine.

My heart is mine and so is my sad.

I am happy because it is mine.

Am I not?