The anger in your eyes is something for me to poke looking as if you're going to do something is the biggest joke. The frustration you feel is insignificant as it is your own fault and your decisions make the differences. The grief you feel is only temporary, your loss is nothing special but quite ordinary. The depression you experience is something everyone feels, but, what makes yours in particular so real? You sulk and you mope as you try to cope with the fact your life to society is nothing but a joke You brood and stir in your own misery and embrace the madness all to cover up the melancholy which eventually leads to sadness All these emotions and you don't know what you feel. The world is a blur and everything seems surreal. Reality is a bitch and an ugly one too, so, in this life, there's only one thing to do. . . What is it? Well, that's something only you can choose.