Isolation.

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It is not by choice,

We who remain in quiet emptiness,

It is against our will,

That we feel,

As if though those who surround us,

Force us to a corner,

By their words,

And meaningless empathy,

So forgive me if I don't feel like smiling,

Laughing,

When I'm drowning,

Falling,

And suffocating,

On those nice words,

And beautifully tragic memories,

So forgive me if I'm not kinder,

Less cruel,

Less happy,

But I can't,

I can never be something I'm not,

I can never,

Act,

Pretend,

Wear a mask,

Of all that is,

Happy.

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