I look outside the window,
The sun shines,
Kids, care free, run around.

I remember those oblivious days,
Ones filled with happiness,
Ones where everyone got along.

But here I am,
Happiness,
Something I can only dream of,
Something impossible.

I live in a world, a cruel one
That only allows me to express emotions.
Through music,
or writing.

You are seen as weak otherwise.

Yet......
I am am.
I am just a person.
That hates life.