I am alone, looking around,
sick of the happiness of others,
do not see the pink haze, colored the world.
As a fog beforer the eyes, fogged glasses.
I can only see it,
free from the shackles but trapped in mind
I am experiencing life,
a trial without reward.
I carry the burden with me,
suffering under the yoke of the world,
black haze.
I laugh, I think, I act.
all-consuming emptiness
To let them reach what is lost to me
No thanks, apology or praise
I am experiencing life outside the joyful fog.
Lost to never be found again
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