I envy the drunk
Who are forever honest
About their innermost desires
Thoughts and feelings

He whose life seems complicated
But is actually a different reality
Difficult to comprehend,
Yet lived so easily

He who has never moved on,
But has "forgotten" his past
Claims to have memory loss
While all his memories last

I envy the thief
A master in his field
Stealing hearts from all over
While mine, fragile and scarred, has never healed