I don't know why I am never content.

Trapped in a cage.
Not feeling any rage.
This is my life.
There is no strife.
I have a roof over my head.
I get to go to sleep in a warm bed.
I get fed.
I have internet.
I have a T.V.
I have a radio, and an mp3.
I also have a wii.
I have parents that love me.
I don't really have any friends.
But I like it like that, I don't have to tame any emotional winds.
I don't know why I am never content.
Maybe it is because of all the time spent,
on how to make myself better.
For nothing.
For no reason.
I feel like everything is just helter skelter.
Out of place, out of order.
This isn't a whine.
Just an observation.
I have it all,
all being as much as the lower class family has,
but compared to others, I have it all.
But I'm just not content with it at all.