Why am I not Happy?
I live a good life.
Good Friends,
Good family,
Good everything.
I'm not hungry
I'm not worrying about my medicine
I have a roof over my head.
But why am I not happy then?
Is it because of that whispering thought
Your friends think your annoying
Your parents are tired of you
You're ugly.
And you feel even sadder.
But then that other voice pipes in.
What are you doing!?
Why are you feeling so sorry for yourself?!
And you become guilty
What are you doing?!
You have a house and clothes
Food and medicine
Stop moping around!
And you feel even worse
You start aching
When you walk
And when you breath
And you become tired.
And soon, crying is every day
You can't tell anyone
And soon you feel the worst part
Of this vicious *****
Now you're alone.