All my life, I have been fond to tangle with screw-ups.
As if I was just ready to get blown in by the wind, like paper cups.

All my life, I dwindled, not physically, but emotionally.
As if this life is handed to me like a curse, I wanted to break free.

All my life I've been told "Be HAPPY."
As if to them depression was a myth.
As if I was just having a delusion.
But I can tell you, it's better than your imperfect illusion.

All my life, I resided to video games and fantasy lands.
In a world, they all understand.
To fill up the broken pieces of our hearts.
Make art, they say.

And once again we are complete but it seems today, happiness is obsolete.