In my world the sky is always dark and grim.
The sun never comes up.
The moon is always crescent, forever red.
People always walk with their heads hung low.
Everyone is dressed in pitch black..
They blend in everywhere they go.
Yet in my world I am dressed in white, except I am the one who blends in the best, I am ignored the most, I am the one who is forgotten.
No one sleeps, no one speaks except in harsh whisper.
Everyone looks like they are on the brink of death.
The only smiles are shown when someone dies, when someone fades away.
This is my Reality, for this is what I believe. This is my reality.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.