Distress Market

Peace of mind is an expensive oddity,
In this world of inequality,
But therein lies a special commodity,
To exchange with others in search of quality.

This could be a market of distress,
A place to barter emotions of excess,
In order to acquire some happiness,
Supplied from those that prosperity did bless.

But then who would buy anybody's pain,
What benefit could they possibly gain?
Maybe some insight of others refrain,
In situations that emotional conflicts contain.

Though happiness bought isn’t happiness earned,
Just as pain purchased couldn’t be discerned,
True love is priceless, but can be learned,
Especially when you don’t expect it must be returned.

Such a market isn’t beyond belief,
For it exists and trades not only in grief,
Its beauty unbound offers emotional relief,
With in-depth insights far beyond its writings so brief.