Reversed

Everything you look at is reversed. 

Set Up the wrong way. 

Backwards.

All of the things that are happy in most eyes,

 are the saddest in yours. 

You see laughter and you want to cry

You see little children and you want to die. 

You smell the fresh air,

yet you want to go back inside. 

You are told the truth but you only believe the lies. 

You fear the love that is given to you

Like there is some expectation you have to pursue. 

When you are given the most, 

you always take the least

When you want to find anger,

you look for people in peace