A slice of Marc.

in my head i escape

when the going is good

i have nothing but hate

and distaste like i should

maybe one day soon

i'll break free from my pain

while i see others laugh 

i hold only disdain

could it possibly be my design is flawed

or maybe i see that im only a fraud

i wish i could laugh

and sincerely enjoy it

that will not come to pass 

and i surely do know it

no one who is close

they just all seem so distant

happiness has gone past

though i seemed to have missed it

im not asking for much

but i know thats not true

because what i want

is to be happy like you

The End

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