Human Prefer To Be Sad!

The tears that we shed today, Will dry up ultimately one day, Thinking of our cries of yesterdays, Has no meaning to worry and dismay. The troubles are there to wear as ornaments, People may turn and look on our emotion flare ups, The same can be worn as shoes to keep under our feet, Step on those sorrows in every available moments. Wasted is our life, when we are not bold enough, To wield the shield against the oncoming sorrowful arrows, When so many options are still available to prove, We do want to be sad and lick the wounds self inflicted.