Is life a dream?

Is this life a dream?
Is it really this bad?
Is happiness something I ever had?
I wish I can remember back in those days.
When I try to look back it's all a big haze.
I want to wake up and see the light.
Being happy, oh what a great sight.
It's time to break the silence and come out where I hide.
To let people know that I'm dead inside.
I know it's horrible and sad it may seem,
but this life is real and most definitely not a dream.

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