You shouldn’t be happy,
And yet somehow you’re happier than me.
And now you hope I’ll make you happy. We’ll see.
I know the stupid are sometimes happy,
But I can’t make myself stupid. I’ve seen. I see.
This could be a huge mistake. Expecting happiness from me.
You seem to have what you want. And God! you write poetry.
Life should crush your type. And yet you’re happy.
Maybe I’m bitter—but I have the right to be.
I’m realistic. I’m not a dork who writes poetry.
Life has been a real shit show for me.
I think your luck is about to end. I see
You gave me a card and wrote me a poem. Really?