The Myth of Happiness

Happiness exists, I'm not so sure of that anymore
I hear her name whispered all around
But she evades me every time
I turn around and attempt to introduce myself
I've heard of her elusive charm
I've heard once your arms intertwine
You'll never want to let go
But she is not one to be tied down
She's a free soul, she runs quick
You must run quicker to live in her presence
Maybe my legs don't run quick enough
Or maybe my eyes blink every time that she comes around
I've heard so much of her existence
But each day, I must admit that I doubt her a little more
Laughs are so foreign to my broken mind
Smiles are few and far between
My heart hasn't been whole in years
And happiness would never come around such a distorted soul
So you can spread the myth all that you want
It's a book with pages that I will never turn
I will never wrap my arms around her and dance
For I cannot hold things which do not exist
And I refuse to read your lies any longer
So whisper about happiness all that you desire
But don't spread the falsities in front of me ever again.