Manic -Depression

Could I be disappointed with my lot
If I didn't know the lots of others?
Comparing my insides
With other people's outsides

Why do some whistle under crushing burdens
While others weep bitter tears despite their ease?
I sometimes whistle, sometimes weep
It is a blessing and a curse
I live in two separate worlds
Which never meet

A diary or a loving friend
Can offer precious insight
That life may be less about circumstances
Than what goes on inside
That we must accept the world
And change ourselves instead

April is National Poetry Writing Month

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