I am, happy

I guess, I can say that I'm happy for you two,

But I than I would be lying.

I would be totally honest for saying he's the luckiest guy on earth.

I try to be happy when I see you with him, I try to work up a smile, when you wave to me, and his arm around you, but it just doesn't happen.

Sometimes I think, what's wrong with me?

I should be very happy for you.

You're happy, your loved, and you have a shoulder to cry on when ever you need it.

Sense you can't see the love in my eyes.

I've missed something beautiful.

I'm torn inside when I see you with him,

But I will try to always be happy.

As long as, you are too.