I have an angel for happinessThe tough love, this-world-is-not-kind parent type

In charge of reminding me I should be happy

But wouldn't most of the time

Because she knows I'll be an addict

If I'm ever too long just happy

Content, dreamy, isolated

I'm likely to reject reality

So only rarely I see her

Amidst the clouds, family and friends,

My silent guardian masquerading as

Flowers, books, everyday things

Aware, because I'm made to miss happiness

I'll love it more when I find it next