... I had only one sunny day to be happy, waking up in the morning rays filtered through the curtains and lit up any room.
Now that same sun is burning my eyes wet with tears of impotent rage, now accustomed to wandering in the dark tunnel of my life, my life is waiting in fear of waiting.
I lost strength and will to fight, to I exist I cry, I took away the joy of living, have played my dreams: what people like me do not share nor understand it, when a happy tale of victory look at me as if I were a Martian who speaks an unknown language and the smile fades from my lips again ...
What I love, what I hate most is not important to anyone, so I just have to walk on broken glass in my life plan, without making any noise, do not disturb ...