Sorry Self Of Mine Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Why am I unhappy all the time?
I have got better than many many:
Whether it is the job, or family,
Intelligence or heath or friends,
Image or reputation or reach.

And yet, every small slight
Affects me: I feel hurt,
If someone pushes or touches me,
Even if someone does not listen,
But continues his haranguing:
After one instance, I’ll never
Speak easily, but only minimum.

I would not ask for anything
I would not criticize or comment
I would not walk ahead or sit first
I look forward only to trouble
Expecting failure or refusal:
I live only for the next thing.