Difficult Questions Poem by Gary McPhail

Human exsistence......
It must be the reason to depression,
we think to hard about our lives,
Then we begin to ask difficult questions!

Why is everything so wrong?
When it could be so right.
Why am I not happy?
Why am I dead inside?

Should I be smiling?
Should I play an act?
Shall I put on a play
and pretend everything is alright?

Maybe I should just die,
Would anyone miss me?
Would anyone think twice
Of me even exsisting?

I look back to everything that has happend,
Not that bad
To other peoples misfortunes.
Still? It is my past.
I don't live any other life
It was misfortunate to me,
Is this why I feel misfortunate inside?