Just Too Much
Sadly, she felt happy all of the time.
Not a pinch of depression or anxiety
or any doubt, nor questioning
ever entered her life.
She was just happy.
Of course this pissed off the rest of us.
After 10 minutes in her company
our sociable smiles would fall apart.
Anger would arise in us like a vengeful dragon.
She was impossible to put up with for long.
It wasn't natural, it was galling
intolerable.
Kind?
She was very kind, helpful and ever so attentive,
always considerate; it drove us crazy.
She was relentlessly optimistic,
'empathy' was her middle name.
Did she know nothing about this sad, bad world?
Did she ever contemplate all the hate?
Was she just bonkers?
The best we could do is avoid her.
Keep her at arm's length,
pray for her simple soul, commiserate,
try to understand.
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