Problems.

Your problems are no better or worse than mine.
Who made you in charge?
Who showed you how to live in my shoes?

Your feelings are no more valid than mine.
Who said you could use your words as bullets?
Who gave you the right to belittle me?

Your efforts are no better than mine.
Who told you that you're better than me?
Who bestowed you with all the knowledge of everything?

No one.
That is the short answer for all of that.

No.
One.

Happiness.

I dont know what happy feels like.

Is it the sounds of waves in your ears?
Is it the taste of chocolate on your tongue?
Is it the smell of the slow burn of a candle?

Is it the hug of a parent?
Is it the hand that holds yours?
Is it the look of pride in your grandads eyes?

Is it finding the love of your life?
Is it finding your friend for life?
Is it making a family of your own?

I have no idea what happy feels like.