I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.
I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.
I have warm house,
and I have a bed.
I have a computer,
and a small tablet.
I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.
I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.
Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.
Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.
Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.
One seeks to manage every thing in order to be happy. But like Buddha, you are not happy with your comfortable life- I should be happy, but I hate being happy. Let us be practical and make others comfortable- mentally, physically or in any other way possible. Thanks for this lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness is not on its own evil. Sharing it is the key. Thank you for sharing.