Melancholia Poem by David Mitchell

You don’t notice the unclouded sky overhead
When you wish you were happy, or sleeping, or dead!
When, surrounded by friends, you are still quite alone,
And you’d rather shed tears in a room on your own;
When there’s nothing to save you from being so sad;
You're not ready to be, if you e’er will be, glad.
You can not try by thinking to cheer yourself up,
Though you’d let none else drink from so bitter a cup:
When your soul is divided between hope and fear,
In your mind (not your heart) all is gloomy and drear!