Why am I not happy?I've needed space for as long as I can remember.
Love scares me still. It scars me still.
I hate it.
Why am I not happy?
I build for others, yet my lot is empty.
When a hand is needed, I give it.
When I need one, I shout out to people who cannot hear over the sound of their own voices.
Why am I not happy?
Maybe I'm broken, I need people but don't want them.
Self-centered but not self-serving.
When I show them what my worth is, it'll be too late.  
I am happy. Just not happy enough.