A place I run to

a place so far

I think of life

I think of death

I think of cultures

... and cults

No one understands..

but I need to talk

I need to share

people should learn to accept

different is not wrong

from the differences we are born

Sinking in my thoughts

singing out loud

everybody staring, yet..

no one understands,

laughter is good,

singing is reliefe

I laugh and jump,

I care not what they think

I care not what they say,

I only care what I feel

and it feels good

Happiness is not something you earn

nor something you buy,

nor something you take,

happiness is something you make

I sing and laugh,

and laugh and sing,

I try to do it everyday

but everyone tries to brake your joy

by asking: "Why? "

I say nothing, I just love life,

life is fun, life is special, life is ONE

the smiles of degradation,

humiliation and sorrow appear,

on their faces from ear to ear.

I look at them and share a smile

and look away at the green trees,

singing birds, the bluest sky

Life is pretty but I think too much

(P.S. This is not a poem, it's just how I sometimes write.)