Things

The first?

Enthusiasm filled the air

Ears were eager to listen

Hearts started beating one more again

Minds occupied with sorrow mixed with a fear

One step down,two steps up

Inhaled the cheering,exhaled the anxiety

His hands became sweaty,although he thought he had been ready

Last step..

His name filled the air

Hands started clapping

Eyes fixed on a stage

They went silent before the storm got to begin

He looked up,to meet with darkness

Lights directed to him,yet he wished to stay in the gloom

Held the microphone and deceived himself with a smile

Air filled the air

Happy songs made them thought

He was the last heir

Others...nah he was exaggerating

Happy,sad I don't know what to feel

All I know I'm burning and won't heal

Should I tell??

No one want to see,no one is trying to listen!

Enthusiasm left the air

Bodies were tired

Hearts about to retired and still unable to get rid of an old fail

Failing to reveal the secrets or breaking the barriers...

I'm lost (looked at them) so are they

Maybe in memories maybe in thoughts

They were wrong,I'm the first,

The first one who stood up

Fought for happiness and tried to reveal the madness

I got better but they were just as others

Silence filled the air...

The thing is:

many times we decided to stay away and isolated ourselves in order to get better and we thought "it's the best way"

but it didn't work ,sometimes you need to speak up and let it all out :)