Why does everyone else laugh at the jokes, That I find not funny?
Why does no one else laugh at the things, That I find to be funny?
Why does everyone else seem to have a perfect life, While I do not?
Why does everyone else seem to be so happy, When I'm trying not to cry?
Why does everyone make everything seem so easy When I stumble over my words?
Why does everyone else seem to have everything While I'm still searching for happiness?
Why does everyone seem to be loved, While I crave the feeling?
I will say, I have found happiness in the Lord, I just am still searching for the happiness provided by an unrelated beloved and I am loved by my family, I'm just not sure about my friends.