The Killer of Dreams

If I scream,
They'll hear me.
If I hide,
They'll find me.
If I run,
They'll catch me. (Or maybe the cops)

If I laugh,
They'll ruin it.
If I smile,
They'll break it.
If I love, well why even bother.

No matter what I'll do,
I'll have no real purpose.
Even if I truly find happiness,
How long could it possibly last?