Happy
Happy to see you happy
You were so sad earlier
So afraid
So lost
So hopeless
But then you chose to speak to me
And tell me all your woes
You say I make you happy
You say I listen
I’m happy to see you happy
The world will spin on to tomorrow regardless
And I’m always here to listen to your woes
Until I die
Because you say I make you happy
I’m happy to see you happy
If you keep saying happy over and over
After awhile it becomes sound
Meaningless
Just like your place in the grand scheme of things
But despite all of this
I’m happy to see you happy
I guess with everything going on with you
You never really noticed
The sadness behind the smiles
The anger behind the kind face
The pain behind the calm
It doesn’t matter
I’m happy to see you happy
I’m always here to listen to your woes
The ever present shoulder to cry on
The free psychiatrist zen master guru
Or whatever else you want to see me as
Although my world is slowly falling apart
Into the hollowness within it all
And you may never see it until it all ends
I’m happy to see you happy
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MindWind 
What Trojan gift, this scorn-tainted empathy. One offers counsel in desperate hope of reciprocity, yet lends this yearning no voice? The text justifies no such expectation.
To look through a person and see concealed hollowness within—you might sooner diagnose cancer by studying passersby on the sidewalk. If this emptiness be not wanted, then expose it to the light and see it wither upon realization of its mundanity. Any perfect void is by definition indistinguishable from all others; emptiness is neither unique nor interesting. You are, however. Define yourself not with cliche, but through creation.