If you had my life you'd say I was lucky, but why don't I feel it.
I feel that my life is a horrible life to live, yet I know there are worse.
I should consider myself lucky, but I don't.
I should be grateful god has given me such a life, yet I don't.
I yell at god for giving me my parents, yet they are great.
I make my life seem horrible, but it isn't.
Am I stupid, or Am I smart.
Does life shame me for having such thoughts, or does life understand my thoughts.
Would people look at me if they knew my thoughts, or ignore me as they do know.
Is life supposed to do this to you, or is it just me.