Bitching and Mouning

That's all I do, so they say. I wish they could walk a mile in my shoes. One day with my head upon their shoulders. That would do the trick!!!!! That would be enough to make them think twice before they point fingers and blame me for poisining the places I'm at.
Give me a break... Give me some tenderness... Give me some understanding...
Or is that only possible when I don't have a pulse?
Or when my breathing subsides?
Maybe then and only then... I'll stop bitching and mouning and be at peace with myself and the world!