Skepticism-Happy

I like to invite Happiness over for tea But I'm always anxious when it stays longer than I expect While it sits in the living room, peacefully drinking from it's cup My heart beats faster Anytime soon, the cup will break Maybe there's too much sugar in the tea I start pacing around the house doing everything but entertaining my guest But when I come back It's still sitting there But why? Does it not know that I don't want it's company? Does it not know that I would rather it tell me that the tea is too sweet instead of drinking it in silence? Does it not know that I don't trust it? When happiness comes over for tea I always expect the bad things to sneak in with it When they don't show up, I become skeptical The silence is deafening Being able to hear my thoughts To have them not yell at me To not have to sweep up broken shards of plates offf the floor Or to not be pulling shards of glass out of my skin It's so peaceful Which is why it feels wrong I know why it keeps returning It knows I don't accept it Yet it still shows up Waiting for the day I sit across from it Finally sharing a cup of tea with it.