"Happy"

Let's just say I'm a bit quirky.
I got these scars, you see.
If you look close, you'll notice.

I'm "happy".
But apparently not.
Look at me!

I must put on a damn good act if you believe that I'm "happy".
Hell, I wouldn't know what "happy" was if it bitch slapped me.
But it doesn't end there.

Now I'm a scary person because I have feelings you don't understand.
But you can stop pretending you understand how I feel.
Because I don't even know.
So you can probably imagine I get very sick of hearing the words:
"How does that make you feel?"
Not "happy"

Nowadays, just hearing your voice makes me want to stab forks in my ears.
You have no idea of the pain you caused me.
Meanwhile, I'm "happy".
I could have stabbed myself right in front of you.
But you would just look past.
Because to you, I'm "happy".

I had too many problems.
You didn't want to help me.
Do I look like I'm "happy"?
Only to you.