Question

"Are you happy?"
The question has plagued me for a million years,
And I have chased answers and tied them in chains.
It rolls off your tongue all coated in laughter,
And I wonder if it's something I said
But then, I remember, my shield wrapped around me,
I lie to you, Warden, and say I am not.
The truth is there's nothing written in stars
That show me the truth about who you are...
And when I am asked, I'm not sure if I'm right,
I panic, and I run from myself.