Happiness.

What is that?

You ask me if I'm okay, you say I need help,

But you never extend your hand out to me.

I'm fine, I scream.

No you are not, you reply.

If you see me struggling, see me bleeding

Then why don't you call for me?

Why don't you insist on giving me or finding me help?

You are a funny lot, and I don't understand any of you

Well, no more than I understand myself.