It's hard to be happy
When the people around you
Think they can control you,
Think you are lesser than them.
When you try to exist
As a human being
And all you get in rebuttal
Is hatred and loathing.
I sigh and get a glare.
I move and get a glare.
I exist and get a glare.
So I hide away, from the glares.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
It's hard to be happy
When the people around you
Think they can control you,
Think you are lesser than them.
When you try to exist
As a human being
And all you get in rebuttal
Is hatred and loathing.
I sigh and get a glare.
I move and get a glare.
I exist and get a glare.
So I hide away, from the glares.
