I get tired and upset

And I'm trying to care a little less When I google, I only get depressed I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told "Don't worry 'cause no doubt There's always something to cry about" When you're stuck in an angry crowd They don't think what they say Before they open their mouth, you gotta. Pack up your troubles in your old kitbag And bury them beneath the sea I don't care what the people may say What the people may say about me Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back Don't worry 'bout the cavalry I don't care what the whisperers say 'Cause they whisper too loud for me