Realization

...When you're in jail, you see who are the real friends.

Not like those who yell at the four winds "I LOVE YOU" and then just turns their backs at you and call you "Crazy" or "Stupid".

Not like those who tell everyone that they are your friends and when in need, they just ignore you.

Not like the ones who had the pointing finger to show all the bad things you have, and not help you to improve.

Not like the ones that doesn't move a muscle when you're drowning.

Not like those who instead of helping, help you to get drown faster.

I've seen all of those kinds... I've been hit by all of them.

I feel like I'm in jail.

And no one pays me a visit.

I'm just like any other prisoner.

And they are letting me to get rotten. Just as any other.

Am I guilty?

Of what?

It's in me to realize that, but I already know, that my first crime, was to see the light of the sun when I was born.