If I were to vanish one day,
Gone forever, to be never found again,
Don't tell them about my seemingly perfect life,
Instead, let them know of my true self.

Show them my house and tell,
"The girl in the black dress lived here,
Her bruises shone like flowers,
Yellow, red, purple, and blue."

Show them my work and tell,
"She was made of glass and ice,
Yet she risked being broken,
For she wanted me so bad."

Show them my family and tell,
"They were the only people she had around,
The people whom she wanted me as a gift for,
The reason why she stayed."

And, when they ask you who you are,
"How do you know the girl quite so well?"
Show yourself to them and tell,
"I am Happiness - the gift she never got!"