Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, I used to understand what it meant to be happy.

Once upon a time, sadness was alien.

Once upon a time, I thought of myself as depressed. I laugh.

Once upon a time, I had a name.

Once upon a time, I felt a point in living.

Now, happy means no more than 5 letters.

Now, true happiness only reaches me through my dreams

Now, I laugh. I would gladly give anything to just go back in time.

Now, I am a multi-faceted figure- too much to be known in just 1 word.

Now, living is a chore.