People everywhere laugh at me. Try as I might, I can’t ignore it. It all means less day after day, but I know no matter what, I’ve got to do it my way. I see the goal, it has been set. Life is losing more each day. Facades created by uncaring souls. Everyone wants to be heard, but they’re not willing to stand out in a crowd. Children destroying things at will, if you scold them, it’s you who is at fault. Why should my feelings remain, caring for this cold, cold world.