All these years, the little child in me just wanted to be happy.
Not quite whole, but just happy.
I wish these days, months and years would have a stop.
These troubled thoughts could just in someway for once, Pause.
Why is everything around me not so clear anymore.
In a way, it's a beautiful lie.
I keep hearing these voices again and again.
It's like I'm going insane, but in a beautiful way.
I sit in a corner and wonder,
All these happy voices ecoing all around.
Happy faces, smiling
What makes them so happy?
Why don't they feel these dark clouds above?
Why don't they sense the storm in every silence?
Everything seems to just hurt.
Why is this place so dark?
I want to run away.
From everything.
I ask myself,
For if not now,
Then when?
