Why are us poets so sad and depressed most of the time?

This has always been a question in my mind, one I havent been able to answer. I realise finally that a poet has feelings, s/he is familiar with words to the degree of sensitivity.. everything around a poet touches him/her.

We feel the pain..

We feel the joy..

We live your moments how you would sense them..

People think we are depressed.. deary.. boring..

But..

We live happiness and joy better than its owners..

And we heal surrow with softness no medicine could be compared to..

A poet spends his/her life feeling the world from intricate angles, from every perspective, through every dimension..

We as poets realise the errors on earth.. and see that nothing can remedy these errors.. nothing but words..

In words.. will every lover drown..