He couldn't utter a word. So he is left behind the quiet noise.

He couldn't smile the way he wants to. That is why he became cold and empty.

He couldn't voice out his opinion. Because he can't be brave enough.

He couldn't compare himself to others. The results are obvious, he would lose.

He couldn't be himself in front of a crowd. Be himself, and they would still judge him.

He couldn't shed a single tear. Time has hardened and stole his empathy.

He couldn't play with fire. Fire may melt his cold heart, and this coldness protects him from the world.

He couldn't move freely as he wishes. Every move, has an equivalent judgement from others.

He couldn't have the confidence he wants. It seems so hard to achieve, because this thing is stopping him.

But at the end, you know what he said?

"It's okay. As long as they are happy."