why is it everyone seems to move forward, but I stay in place?

it’s not like I’m not trying, I work my butt off, but what do I get?

why are nice people stepped on, while jerks push ahead?

why do people hurt me, when I go out of my way to help?

why does everyone else seem to have a better, easier time?

why do I have to fight to be happy, but other people carry it in bulk?

when do I get a break?  when do I get to be happy?  when will someone worry about me for a change?