Why do I always over think? Why can't I sit here for once and just have fun! Why does my dad have to act like I HAVE to love him. Why do I feel like everyone is changing for the better and I'm here watching it happen. It feels like a train, the ground quakes when you are near, and then there is me who's sitting to the side and watching everyone go on. The wind clashes with my soul, It feels like I'm stuck to the ground. Like I can't even take a step. Even they ones I suffer along with are happy, and I'm here, like always. Like last year and the year before; like I will be 10 years from now. Stuck here.