I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.

I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.

I have warm house,
and I have a bed.

I have a computer,
and a small tablet.

I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.

I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.

Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.

Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.

Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.