Why are people good when I am bad?

Why are people happy and I feel sad?

Why do people shout “yes!” when all I do is sigh?

Why do people laugh when all I do is cry?

Why do they all feel good when all I feel is pain?

How can they see the sun when all I see is rain?

How can they be sober when all I can do is drink?

How can they be carefree when all I do is think?

How can the universe conspire to let me go?

With all my thinking still I do not know.