A Matter of Perspective

(To Allen, with love)

(un) happy

I'm not unhappy, but not happy either
I'm somewhere in between
If this is bliss, I don't like it
It's too stiflingly static

I'm a social butterfly, a butterfly,
a pretty thing who's loved for that very sin
But I flit here, there, everywhere
And nowhere do I fit in

I have friends, friends and friends
And yet, no friends
Just people who are a means to an end

I see people objectively
Emotionally unattached and distant
It's a strange state of being
Unemotional, yet not unfeeling
Like a doctor cares for a patient
Clinically, but not empathetically

It's a conspicuous emptiness
Unsympathetic yet not hostile

I wish there was genuine hapiness
Behind my ungenuine smile.