Are you willing to admit you too sometimes have bad days, bad weeks, and bad months? Or you think it's merely whiners who get depressed? some people write poetry when they're feeling down, depressed, or hopefull. This is the outcome. Happiness is a subjective thruth, we all have to find our own, so before you judge Mary by her actions give it a thought. What makes Mary happy? If you'd clued that one out go ahead — judge! But things aren't always what they seem, and that's the catch. It's a jungle out there, Grand Master Flash once said, and today it's made of concrete. Makes it kinda harder to survive. And after all, we're all just staying alive in this world. Till we die.