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.