Exasperation flows all over me

When I hear them giggling behind me

It occurs to me that

They are happier than me

I console myself by recalling

I am more mature than the ones behind me

Maturity gets confused to deal

With moments of happiness I am losing around me

It hurts being the one criticized

But they take criticism happily unlike me

Does happiness outweigh their self-respect?

Looking for answers is a hard line to walk for me

Intrigued to know, I inquire myself abruptly

Is there anything they have that I don’t have with me?

Happiness is found within as they hopefully seek it

I wind up with ‘pen and paper’ as I don’t seek it around me