Desire unfulfilled can make this world a living hell,
and there is only one thing worse as far as I can tell.
That is watching others have their needs and wants fulfilled,
all leading lives that never cease to leave them truly thrilled.
At times I feel like dying just might be my only hope;
the dead do not with envy, anger, sadness have to cope.
But somewhere deep inside me I naïvely have to say:
“perhaps tomorrow won't be quite as gloomy as today,
perhaps I'll see the day when all my troubles go away.”
And though I know it's likely nought but my naïveté,
that is why, in lonely misery, I choose to stay.