• I go through life,
    Picking up hobbies and likings of sorts,
    Bright and cheerful as day,
    Sharing my opinions and putting up my art on display,
    And going home as the sun starts to go down.

    With energy and excitement, I wake up as though I already awake.
    I put on my clothes and with that I make haste out the door,
    Blowing past everything the surrounds me,
    My heart beating faster at every inch of earth I cover.
    I take a sudden stop like a car putting on the brakes just before a train wreck that would kill hundreds.
    A train wreck that I was witnessing through my very eyes.
    I could see it now.
    The glass that was broken and spread everywhere was the debris.
    The graffiti that was shamelessly sprayed slapped on the art were the flames and the blood.
    The people, the train, and everything else....was the painting that was now covered with graffiti, torn in half and slightly burnt.
    At the heart breaking sight of the damage done and the hatred that splattered and destroyed my art, I fell apart like a horribly made car that had given in on the first turn of the key.

    Day after day, I no longer heard the sound of the birds, or the sounds of laughter and play, or the sounds of the wind.
    I only heard the voices of those who hated me.
    I only saw the faces of those who mocked me.
    I only saw the darkness that crept toward me little by little.
    I only thought of what was wrong with me.
    I only talked to the night.
    I only smelled the scent of the heavy air that hung around me.

    I started to hate myself.
    I hated everything about me.
    I hated those who hated me.
    I hated those who knew not a thing of me or my despair.
    Like a flower that was dying in the midst of darkness, I turned pale and colorless.
    My body became like stone and was stubborn to move.
    My eyes were drained of its emerald color and glaze and had dark marks around them.
    Hate was the only left for me.
    I started to go insane as I realized how cruel the world really is.
    I started staying in at day and coming out at night.
    I started to eat very little.
    I despised the light and I started to become more insane.
    I isolated myself everyday, but it was no good.
    Depression crept forth and tortured me.

    I was about to rid of myself of life when suddenly,
    Light of the day shone through my house like an arrow that cuts through the air.
    In retaliation, I leaped back like a tiger being threatened.
    But no threat nor harm came my way, as a figure stepped forth and offered her hand.
    A voice spoke, saying "Don't be saddened by the world anymore. Not all wishes you pain and suffering."
    Another voice, male, comes in as does a male figure, saying "Enough with fancy shmancy talk! Hey, kid. Get up. Dust yourself off. Nothin' to be depressed about. Move on."
    One after another, people gather in my now bright and lit house.
    The feeling of the heavy air is lifted as am I as the male figure throws me out of the house.
    My eyes refocus and blurriness melts away like ice.
    I hear the birds, the laughter, everything again.
    I get up and I look around.
    I don't hear or see the people talking about me behind their backs.

    For the first time in weeks, as I'm bathed in sunlight, I smile.
    I continued on with my life as always, and no matter what people say,
    I keep going, and when I get down, my friends help me look up to the brighter side of life.