she asks you:
‘are you happy?’
this isn’t something you’re usually asked.
it’s usually ‘how are you?’, you say you’re fine and leave it at that.
‘are you happy?’ she repeats.
it then hits that you’re not.
the things you do are for other people;
the compromises you make are for other people,
but it’s easier than doing what you want.
sticking with the old is easier than seeking something new.
you’re surrounded by so many people but you still feel empty.
you tell her you’re happy,
but she knows that’s a lie.
it’s not fully a lie, but it’s not the truth either.
‘are you happy?’:
it’s not a simple yes or no question;
it’s much more complicated than that.