I don't get it, how other people, all around me
can be having fun.
Laughing.
Joking.
Full of life
when I am so empty, devoid of the same
laughter,
jokes,
life.
This has always been
and I suppose it always will.
Perhaps, like a wintery night or
a wet, dank, dreary day
this is how I am supposed to be.
Maybe, as there are bright days and dark days,
dark people are meant to be.
If that is so,
then this is me.
(C) Copyright Marcel Trepanier 2013
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