Why?

In the late night I wrote this,
I just thinking why I'm not like other people..
Just get jealous looking at them..
Why I'm not like them?
I just imagine that I was like them..
They are happy..
But me?
Why all this happen to me???
I know that I'm not perfect....
I just an ordinary people who have feeling..
Who wanna touch the sky..but at last I fall down..
Why??
Am I not reserved to get happy?