No answer

I just can’t be happy anymore

Why should I be?

I don’t like my job

I don’t like my university

I don’t like the field I’m study

I don’t like my ho-

Oh wait

I don’t have a home

Interesting

And I’m not close to people I love

So why should I be happy?

It seems world doesn’t see me as a worthy person for happiness since childhood

Like i was just… they chose me never be happy

If in another life

My location was fine

You’ve been first in line

Whenever I see a tapestry

You blessed hands that wove for me

The poetry

The misery