• So here I am but where is here there’s tears and sadness everywhere. There’s happiness mixed with excitement it’s so loud, but so silent. It’s terrible and wonderful I’m tired and energetic I feel like a child but so mature. What am I doing here and why do so many people cry? Is it different kinds of tears some of joy others of fear. The rain falls lightly on our lowered heads as our hearts there love sheds tears of black and hurt and pain now blend in with the silver rain, wash away my inhibitions away; heal the tragedy and help humanity. You try to fit in with the world but in the progress stand out you get so overwhelmed you want to shout. “So where is this place?”you may say, but this is our lives every day