We cannot be you. We can’t do what you do. We can’t un-see what we have seen, no matter how many joyous reflections you show, we are not being mean, we are not trying to make sad, we are not trying to take your right to be glad, we are simply driven mad by padded rooms and death coming soon that we fled in cover of night, with biting mouth that held so tight, so do not ask me I cannot say anything that makes you happy stay.
I had a life you did not know, I know I chose to make it so, but I am not trying to take your gladness, I just simply exist in world of sadness. I cannot relate to you and I am sorry. I am not trying to make you cry hotly. I am just simply not like you, and I do not know what I can do, to show you no matter what you say.
The parts that make me, me will not go away.
Misery Loves Their Own Company 