How did my life come to this?Here I lay on my twin size mattress with the dirt stains on top, trying to find out the exact pin point of my downfall. No, I shouldn’t call it that. Downfall would mean that I was at the top at one point. I was doomed from the start. Almost as if it were fate for my life to come to this. Well, what do you do now? What do you do when you aren't seen? Everyone above is human, to be a real human is to be seen. So what happens if you don’t become a real human? All my life, I watched from afar, wondering how it felt to have the world around you shines all its brightness towards you. Wondering how it felt to be on the “good” part of existence. After all, those at the top get to choose what is considered good or bad. Yet their double standards leak through their cracks, for when they find something they cannot understand, they shut it down. It might be hard to see that from above, but down here in the darkness, I see everything true. Yes, after years of existing at the bottom, I now know, humans really are nasty creatures.