Exasperation flows all over me
When I hear them giggling behind me
It occurs to me that
They are happier than me
I console myself by recalling
I am more mature than the ones behind me
Maturity gets confused to deal
With moments of happiness I am losing around me
It hurts being the one criticized
But they take criticism happily unlike me
Does happiness outweigh their self-respect?
Looking for answers is a hard line to walk for me
Intrigued to know, I inquire myself abruptly
Is there anything they have that I don’t have with me?
Happiness is found within as they hopefully seek it
I wind up with ‘pen and paper’ as I don’t seek it around me