Am I Supposed To Be Happy?

I thought I had you figured out,
Your words made me light and full,
My first guess was wrong,
And my second one was too,
Now I'm left with another bruise
on an already beaten heart.
I have let myself be fooled,
This is just another to add to my list
of growing hurts saddled to my back,
Thanks for proving me right,
That nothing seems to go my way.
Just once I would like to rest in arms
that would hold me closely,
Hold me together,
Instead I get the arms that tighten,
To steal what little breath is in my lungs.