Mad as a Hatter

Once upon a time

I enjoyed being alone,

but it wore upon my soul,

so I tried to atone.

However, it took its toll:

in wracked pain I'd moan.

But only bitter notes for bleak replies

were my nights passed in howling cries.

As I lay thinking, my mind storming,

through fog a picture is forming.

Slowly I decrypt this riddle,

wayward, bewildered, stuck in the middle.

Now I understand it all,

why none harken my call.

Of course! "I have no say in the matter!"

You'd think this would make me sadder,

but I have no choice, you see.

That is what unhinged me.

To need so completely,

something unobtainable, really.

Thus, I am quite gladder

now that I'm mad as a hatter!