He sits in the back of the room; like he is on an isolated island. People claims that he is hard to approach and talk to, that he thinks that he is better then them and doesn't want to wast his time with them. But who is to say anything if they don't know him? Those who doesnt give him the time of day can't say they know him, can they? This boy, he claims to be happy. Happy to be alone. Happy to watch those around him be happy. Happy to know that he's the one alone and not others. But is this what happiness is? Is being happy watch as others smile and laugh? Is being happy  knowing your alone so it's not another person? Is being happy faking a smile so nobody worries? Is being happy pretending and losing who you really are? What is true happiness?