Anthem of the Pained
Who do they think they are, to be so happy? What right do they think they have? Does God just love them more than us? Does he see us as unworthy of his kindness? Why must we suffer, trapped in our own minds, while they have the freedom to enjoy life? They must think highly of themselves. They must laugh at us, behind our backs.
Who are we, you ask?
We're the hidden underbelly of society. The criminal face plastered all over the news. The broken mind locked up in an asylum.
And a bit of us is in everyone.