I felt so low the other day I scared
myself and others with explosive tears
that welled up warm and overflowed and bared
my cheeks as they exposed my pain and fears.
So miserable was I and needy too,
I sought out friends to hear me and to hug.
I opened up my sadness to their view
and made them feel for me as they felt smug
about their own and relative success
avoiding pain like mine, and while they cried
for me and tried to ease my loneliness,
they also ate my tears before they dried.
Comparative they are – they weighed my grief
and laced their sympathy with sly relief.