Starting At The End Poem by Dan Brown

I see joy, and tears, and people’s elation,
but feel inside, just desperation.
I feel cheated, and robbed, and treated unfairly,
and the days when I don’t, come very rarely.
I’m at the bottom, they’re at the top,
never even likely to make that drop.
I’m pleased for them, yet hate them, all at a time,
Yet in reality, they’ve committed no crime.
I’m just bitter that I lost all this,
it epitomizes all that I sorely miss.
Now, though, thankfully, my heart’s on the mend.
And if it is, so be it, I’ll start at the end.