He is stuck.
He is stuck and tries to take the easy way out, by not caring. Or atleast by pretending to not care.
He doesn\'t fight back.
He just sits there and accepts whats said and done to him, hoping that it\'s soon over and won\'t be a concern again.
He\'s the kind of person who jumps into a bottleneck, with only the wish that he can squeeze through it, but he knows he can\'t.
He calls himself by alot of names, but there is only one true.
This name, is just an ordinairy name.
But he always hopes for something to happen with it so it will become special.
But it won\'t.
And he knows it.
But, what is it that he wants?
He doesn\'t know.
Do we?
We.
We\'re the ones who are not him.
We\'re not stuck.
We fight back.
And we are...

Happy
Or are we?