Trivial Things
Why must I get upset?
Over such trivial things
If no one died, or wronged me
Then why must I feel so angry?
Angry at the world
For making me need braces again
After four and a half years of pain
Angry at my mother
For making me do dishes
With dry food cemented to them
Must I be so ignorant of
The world’s suffering?
Why do I need something
To complain about?
Why can’t I be happy with what I have,
Right here and right now?












