Maybe I was Happy

Maybe I was happy,
Did you ever think of that?
I had my perfect little world,
Nice, and fake, and flat.

I had a perfect bubble,
And a perfect sky of blue;
Encasing all my perfect thoughts
And everything I knew.

You tell me it's not true,
From reality, I'm far;
But, hey, maybe I was happy
In my ignorant bell jar.

I didn't ask for help,
Or enlightenment today;
I didn't want to hear the stupid things
You had to say.

But now you've pricked my bubble,
And it's simply just not fair;
I see the contents leaking
From the hole, into the air.

Vanished is my perfect world,
Gone my sky of blue,
Taking with it all those things
That I knew to be true.

Yes, maybe, it was all a lie,
My life was fake and flat;
But it suited me just splendidly
Ever thought of that?