Yours always, Pre'asia

Thinking of what others have Makes me both mad and sad. It seems like the harder I work The less I achieve. Everyone is jubilant, Yet I still grieve. I don't want a lot Just a bit more than what I got. Tossing and turning Unable to sleep. While others happily live their lives All I seem to do is weep. Nobody understands; Nobody can see The person I am Is not really me. Would they like me? Would they care? If they knew The weird thoughts inside my head Imagining the world if I was dead. Pre'asia Amere