So long ago.
I remember, I think
this feeling of mine,
happiness.
So long ago,
I've felt it.
With you, only
with you,
I was happy.

So soon.
You left me,
lied to me,
after almost losing
My mind in your
endless sky.
So soon,
the happiness faded
to nothing, but,
somehow, a phantom
remains.

So long ago, yet, so soon,
My world fell to pieces.

The thing I hate,
Is people who think that they are:
all that and a bag of chips,
a chip off of the old block,
the center of the universe.

What about us?
We are the people who:
care about others,
make the good decisions,
give advice.

I need fairness.
Can't people just:
agree to disagree,
keep their thoughts to themselves,
try a little taste of kindness?

No

Because people will be people.

And people ****.

Although the light is visible,
I can not reach.
The darkness consuming me is thick,
The light inches closer,
Begging for my touch.
It always loses its way.
The darkness following close behind it
Pulls it back into oblivion.
I will never reach it.

Why can't people like me just be happy?
There is just one answer.
Life is not fair.
Why can't people be distracted from pointless things?
There is just one answer.
The world's so called "knowledge" is growing.
Why can't respect be a priority?
There is just one answer.
Not many people care.

Why can't everything be alright?
Why can't everything solve itself when it gets jumbled?
Why can't everything be just as it was before anyone turned the rumor mill?

I wish that people would not judge or twist words.
I wish that there was such a thing as peace.
I wish that dreams could come true.

How are people happy?
How do people laugh and dance?
How is it possible for light to enter a world full or darkness and lies?

I wish I could deal with the gossip and lies that are about me.
I wish I could understand people.
I wish I could be normal.

Why can't life be fair?
I wish that life would be fair.
How can life be fair?
I wish I could have a fair chance.

In what world am I accepted?
I am my own being,
Capable of defending my introvert pride.
In what world am I not accepted?
I enjoy strange things,
Such as a dark room enjoys the rare flicker of light.
In what world am I accepted?
I only have one answer, but nothing but a theory shows  through it.
I belong nowhere.