Against my better judgement I sit and wait for night as though resolution will come with the sunrise

I cannot be happy for you
knowing that I lived half a life,
like a bird who walked to ocean
and never felt sky beneath him. 

Whilst you and I
are the same below skin,
mine is no thicker than paper
and serves me well
only some of the time.

And so today,
I cannot be happy for you
and it is a problem
for which I have no solution
no matter how long I consider it.