Rice Poem by Adeline Morris

How is it that the ones
who have been through the worst
can be the most positive about life?
Like the starving children,
thankful for each dropful of water recieved.
Or the many who have nothing
but the shirts off their backs.
And I have this ridiculous disease,
happiness is always temporary.
The slightest occurence
breaking me up inside.
I should be so thankful,
I have what I need.
But they're all so tough,
and it it kills me
to know that I, myself
have a difficult time sleeping at night.