This Can't Be

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Pain and fear,
Anger and tears.
Everywhere I go,
This is what I see.
Why can't things be the way I want them to be?
With people who are friendly and joyful,
Not ones who are mean and doleful.
Why is my life the way it is?
Filled with strife instead of bliss.
Every time I walk down the street,
I always begin to think,
Do things have to be this way?
Filled with unhappiness everyday?
I arrived with the answer and said to myself,
What? This can't be so!
For what I thought of was no.
But then I realized that it was true.
We don't have to make things the way we do.
As I realized this I closed my eyes.
When I opened them up, I got a surprise.
I was no longer in that gloomy place.
I had left it behind without a trace.
Instead I was in my comfy bed.
Not that place of sadness and dread.
But is this place really real?
The thought came across in my head.
Or could this possibly be, another dream, instead?