Lost for words

Every day I wake up just to I paint a smile on my face like a happy, joyous, person who has no care in this colorful world. There were things that used to bring me joy and excitement for some reason  they dont even place a smile on me. Yet I see all has change around me the fake plastic people with plastic shells of them formal selves. Consuming the love and happiness that was once there to comfort us. People conning other innocent people drain them from all the colors they once had just make quick buck. My eyes seeking for pure love and joy for mine own happiness is my heart's desires the most. However I feel the pain and suffering of others that surrounded my thoughts. I can't stand or speak for myself like how I have no control over my own destiny, of my journeys, and even my own ambitions. Therefore they win I keep my head down facing the pavement as the world is consumed all the color in it.