Happiness thief.

The kind of day that typifies.
You probably see it in my eyes.
I do my best to keep it in,
As I ride this train with my head full spin.
As the outsider, dangling on the edge,
Though you undoubtedly see me as the wedge,
I stare, sometimes in disbelief,
At things you've said.  The happiness thief.

When things are running smoothly,
And I begin to breathe, relax,
You toss in a word or two of meanness,
Like a Viking throwing axe.
Then they pick up on the comments,
And their hackles then are raised,
So more bitter words are spoken,
And its a choking negative haze.

The fog encompasses everything,
And it's no longer fun.
So I hold my breath and impatiently wait,
Until you've finally gone.