Jet And Ivory Poem by Rose Kirby

If it was the other way round, would anyone care?
If you were the sad ones, would I be weird for being happy?
If I was the contented and serene one, would you make fun of me?
Because I don’t feel things like you do?

So does it matter if I’m lonely and sad, to any of you?
Does it matter if my crystal-cut heart is shattering?
Because if it were you in pain, and me in bliss,
I would still be the wrong one.

If it was normal to be miserable, would you laugh or cry at me?
If I walked round with a smile on my face, would I be the wrong one?
Would you make a conversation with me through the tears,
Or gang up on me?

If I had one day like that, it wouldn’t matter,
They could be depressed as hell, while I’m on an everlasting high,
And it still would be worth a damn,
Because I’d still be on my own.