My knees are anchored to the ground, and my shoulders are dragged down with them. 

My face is black, covered in the very dirt I have become. 

The tear tracks under my eyes and down my cheeks are the only part of me that's ever clean anymore.

I look up to see the life in the world I no longer belong to.

Blank faces walking passed me with the current of each other, looking down but never at me.

Right above them dangles the sun so bright and hot, I know it's angry at me.

And at that moment, I didn't understand why I tried so hard to fit into the exact world that pushed me to this ground.

The sun is too hot, the people are too blank, and this ground is too dirty.

So I pushed myself up with the last bit of strength my heart let me have, and brushed the dirty off my bloody knees.

I turned to see all the faces obediently walking toward me.

I started marching against the current, pushing passed every tame soul mindlessly walking forward.

And I searched for the moon.