Labyrinth.

What if I was air 

Would I still despair?

I don’t know how to repair

The hole that’s there.

Why should I care?

All of this misery,

Am I supposed to bear?

I was just a child,

You were supposed to be there.

In the park, a kid was playing 

With his father’s hair.

Envying the kid standing there

Looking at happiness like

A poor kid in a fair.

Why does it have to be me?

I look up and blare,

When no answer came;

I knew no one is there.