Unidentified

Is it me or is it you? A problem identified by so few. It could be someone else, hellish interference to ruin ourselves. Happiness is yearned by those who do not have it, achieving it out of sacrificial habit. Love without understanding is a waste, finding the easy way out with such haste. And thru time we become unidentified to everyone we once knew, killing ourselves so others can see our point of view. Shed your tears and face your fears, I seek what you seek for future years.