The Wealth of Adolescence

Maybe no one
Reads you as well
As you read them,
As you read this.

They stare at you
And ask what’s wrong,
Since something’s wrong,
Something’s troubling

Them, about you.
You're young. You’re fit,
Contemplative,
And privileged,

And you know it,
But it still hurts.
Why does it hurt
If it’s this good?