My Mind and Itself

I'm pretending that I'm okay.

But in fact, I'm not.

What's the matter? What's wrong? The question popped out of my mind.

My mind answer it itself.

You're envy, you want this, they get this.

You're angry, you're dying to get this, but you don't.

I'm envy, but who am I envying? What for?

I'm angry, but who made me angry? Why?

Then my mind told itself an answer that never revealed.

You're sad.

You're sad because you're envy.

You're sad because you're angry.