Even Bodhisattvas get the blues

I'm back to attending my Buddhism class regularly (P.S. way cheaper than counseling). The more classes I attend, the more I realize that Buddhism is the perfect religious counterpart to depression. Allow me to present some examples from chapter eight of "The Way of the Bodhisattva":

People scorn the poor who have no wealth,
They also criticize the rich who have it.
What pleasure can derive from keeping company
With people such as these, so difficult to please?

There, with no befriending or begrudging,
I will stay alone in solitude,
Considered from the outset as already dead,
Thus, when I die, a source of pain to none.

Could these not pass as lyrics from The Smiths? I guess even Bodhisattvas get the blues.