I will not be telling others how tough life is on me
Since all they would offer is feigned sympathy
Such as sad to hear this but we have cares of our own
And as you do know of hard times we too have known
Yet to the problems i have i never lose any sleep
And what is my business to myself i do keep
As a cynical person i have come to realize
That to suffer in silence for my kind more wise
Than seeking false sympathy from those who about me do not care
So my problems with others i never do share
To complain of my worries i'd only drag myself down
Who wants to be known as the sad sack of the town
For my poor financial judgement i now pay the price
My life problems came to me by my own device.
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