Stolen from Me

To see the happiness,

Without any bias,

My mind used to run through people,

And their weird habits,

You know about it,

And used it against me,

Sometimes I see them in my dreams,

Walking beside me,

In the empty roads,

Carrying the scrap,

A scrap of wasted opportunities,

I ask them,

Is it burdensome,

To carry all this stuff,

They say it is easier than sharing the regrets,

And becoming a bored person,

Like many valuable opportunities,

Which you stole from me,

I want to steal their regrets.