Happy Poem by Andrew Lam

Sad isn't it?
Sad how he stands alone waiting outside.
Well, he's not actually standing alone,
he stands there in a group of a dozen people,
people you would call friends.

But not for this boy.
These 'friends' have stabbed and choked him internally.
They don't know how he feels.
They think it's just a joke,
But it's no joke to the boy.

Sad isn't?
Sad how he mumbles that he had a good day.
To his what you would call parents.
But aren't parents supposed to help with your problems?
Well not for this boy.
They would never understand the internal war he is going through.
But who is going to win the war?
The boy or himself?

Sad isn't it?
Sad how he locks himself in the attic,
slaving to homework that makes his mood no better.
Then goes to his computer and drowns himself in a fake, perfect world he can only dream of.
But it's just a game isn't it?
But life's no game you think?
Certainly not to this boy.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how the next day,
he walks down the hall avoiding people,
by putting on headphones,
playing only the earsplitting silence.
But, the silence seems to go away as boy sees girl.
But the boy reminds,
that he's a nobody.
And she's somebody.
The silence rises to a deafening roar.
And he continues walking,
holding emotions.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how the boy could be somebody,
but chooses not to.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how the boy,
has no one to go to,
to show his real feelings.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how the boy,
puts on this completely different mask,
that is opposite of his real side.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how you read all of this,
not knowing why you are reading it.

Sad isn't it?
Sad how I'm going to leave you wondering,
who actually is the boy?