What Life?

You compare my life to yours and say, How can you complain? I understand that your bed of roses is thorny and dead. Perfect sob story. You say I should be grateful for what I have But none of what is mine makes me happy. There is where we differ. My pain is constant. There are no ebbs and flows. The ants raid my picnic one morsel at a time. Eventually, there will be nothing to live on. My hardship may not sell books or TV movies but I bleed just the same. Unlike you, I haven't found the happy ending.



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