I don’t know who to talk to, And I don’t know where to turn. My head’s full of first world problems. Petty worries spit and burn. They keep me wide awake at night, As my mind goes to and fro, Between my first world problems, And I can’t seem to tell them no. I lie awake at 3am, With worries about money, Or where to store too many clothes, It isn’t very funny. I covet those with bigger homes, And those with faster cars. I worry how I’ll pay school fees, And make time spare for spas. I don’t know what to cook for tea, When entertaining friends, Or what shade I should dye my hair, My problems know no ends. I’m lucky. Yes, I do know that; My problem is life’s fine, And if things were much harder, The life I’d covet Would be mine.
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”
You see a smile And look away. “She’s not depressed.” I hear you say. “She’s smiling, laughing, full of fun.” Believe me, I’m not the only one Who’s sad inside, But brave of face, Trying hard not to embrace The Demons lurking just within, Stretching, poking at my skin. They want to make their presence known, And make me feel quite alone, With Demons as my company. That mustn’t happen. Not to me. So full of hate, despair and bile, I’ll wear my mask And force a smile.