All around I see happy faces
Of course everybody has troubles
To live is to suffer
But in that very moment,
Their faces radiate light like the sun itself
They reflect each other's happiness like mirrors
But when it shines onto me, it doesn't reflect
I'm not a mirror
Instead, I'm a void
I absorb the happiness
And turn it into despair
Maybe I recycle their emotion, and manifest it into the people that live in my head. Maybe that's why my world is so satisfying. It never ceases to amaze me. As I learn new things about the "real world", mine grows. Maybe that's why this world seems to be falling apart. People are dismantling it, and adding pieces to the worlds in their heads. Maybe one by one we'll all disappear into our own little worlds, and this life won't be "real life" anymore.