I march around in solidarity
on the grounds I used to love
now every step feels empty and meaningless,
full of nothingness
People stop me,
ask if I'm okay
"I'm fine"
but I know that they don't really care
If they did, they would've stuck by me no matter what
I used to enjoy the silence,
but now it feels more like a punishment instead of a reward
Like the gods are taking force against me for my wrongdoings
but what did I do this time?
I thought that I acted with grace and thoughtfulness
I guess not
Its so sad,
a contradictory to the blue sky
the one in this dark winter
Light reflects off great trees like they have their own story to tell
With every step growing softer, I carry on my way home
All these people surround me
filled with what looks like everlasting joy
but I cant help but think,
"Is it all fake?"