Haunting questions

Tonight, there are happy faces around me.

And yet, I feel alone.

Me and my solitude.

Together, forever.

In a room lit by merry faces

I am surrounded by an aura of grey.

It is misery I think.

A hot tear rolls down my cheek

I feel suffocated.

Life is unfair. I belong nowhere.

I am trapped in a world of black and white

My world of happiness and misery are now colliding

These merry faces fail to understand my sorrow

Why is it that I am here?

What is my purpose? my role in this world of torment?

Can peace be found within the soul?

Why is it that humans are never satisfied with what they have?

Why is it that human nature craves for things it cannot possess.

Yes, these questions haunt me every night

I am thirsty for answers. I am thirsty for knowledge.