Secretly, I envied you... Forgive me if it presumes too much To wish you happiness and comfort. As far as I can tell, you'd have me think Those things are not for you.
I used to think that this was appalling, and pity the creature who lays claim To misery as their lot. but Secretly, I envied you, before even Understanding, That my pity was like hatred, A misery in its own right, And worse than that which I judged. I resented the affront, another deadly sin, And you were right. You were right again. You were right. All along...
When all that you presented Was hostility and greed. How was I supposed to know To look deeper? -hear the author reading his work: https://soundcloud.com/warmphase/sets/poems . True happiness may be a myth, but you'll discover that that's just fine. Ease suffering where you can and contribute no additional suffering. You may just find this more than sufficient. And, please, don't deny others their given right to move through sadness as well as joy.