I pride myself on being a contented guy,

But I can’t help looking at this tree with jealousy in my eye.

He has a heart yet he has not a single feeling,

If I were like him then I’d not have known this feeling like my heart needs healing.

He’s been standing and dancing around storms, naked since his birth.

While I’ve been sneezing and shivering though I wear a shirt.

He needs no trimming or shaving to stand tall,

While I trim and shave yet I hear comments that make my heart fall.

He has not to worry about finding a mate,

While I have to chase and chase even in my tired state.

His thirst is quenched and his hunger satisfied freely,

But I need to study and work if im to survive daily.

Im really sorry to feel this way about you,

But life just isn’t fair, and we are proof that that’s true

Why couldn’t I be born with the secret to an easy life?

Do you think I’ll find it if I bane myself or fall on a knife?

Or do I just stop thinking these thoughts,

And accept my life with all its faults?