Feelings deep inside

Yes, I'm not happy. Actually, I'm sad. Well no, I'm angry.

It's like sitting in a dark corner, inside a tiny little box, underground, far far away from everyone and everything.

I wonder why the world is the way it is?

I wonder why do people are the way they are?

Why the society is the way it is?

Why do people lie and not be honest and upfront about everything?

Why do people complain and judge others but they act the same way as they are acting?

Why don't they think before they act?

Why they feel the need to do something the way they do?

Who do people NOT know the boundary and draw the line?

Why don't people mean the words they say?

Why do people hate each other the way they do?

Why do people say they hate someone but yet treat them in the nicest way possible?

Why can't we all love each other?

But do love even mean anything?

Is there even any truth in the things people do and say?

In this insincere world, how do we even find and know any real friendships and relationships?

Who do you trust?

Do you know who will be there for you when you fall?

How do you even know who someone really is?

How do you even know who they will turn out to be?

Why do people feel the need to be jealous of other people's achievements and happiness?

And why do all the hatred and troubles come to the purest, kindest and most innocent?

Do you ever feel like you are being observed and judged of what you do even if you feel that there isn't any need for anyone to do that?

People always think and complain that what they have been through is the worst, but there are actually people that got it worse.

People often don't understand what exactly you have been through but yet they want and think they could judge you and voice out opinions blindly.

It's really rare to have another person who is fighting the exact same battles as you since everyone has their own battles in life.

When does our world even turn so sick?

Happiness is temporary and pain is too but it does seem to last much more longer, doesn't it?

Right in the end, it'll always be just you, alone, with no one else. In the end, it'll just be up to you.

Where are all the kindness, the joy and the love?

Where are all the sunshine, the laughter gone to?

Everything is going to be alright in the end, but right now, the end seems so far away.

Keeping everything inside until it finally explodes is a very bad strategy indeed. Am truly sorry if you have read this. Truly sorry. Goodbye.