A soft peaceful day

Wind gently blowing and sun gently going

Nothing but a smile on everybody’s face

There I lay in lonely solitude

Rain pouring in my prison

Not a physical prison but a mental one

One that traps the mind in thoughts

Hatred and misery

The kind that envelops all other thought or reason for logic

The kind where all you want to do is attack

But how could it be everyone is in their own blissful oblivion

Wrapped in their own thoughts and dreams of happiness

I lay there trapped
pondering how anyone can be happy

Why they’re not upset and furious like me.