• Lonely I wander
    without companionship or a love in my life
    wondering why I am set apart, how am I different?
    Always on the outside looking in, but knowing the dangers of the in crowd too.
    Wanting to be like everyone else but individual at the same time.
    Though not all is bad, family and few friends surround me yet I still feel a yearning, an empty hole. Once it had been filled, a seemingly magical time, the essence of being in love but broken bonds happen so suddenly, like the sudden breaking of wood that leaves many painful splinters behind. People speak to me over and over again "there are many fish in the sea" but I just can't seem to find the right one. I fail to see the handsomeness that people tell me I have, thinking it can't be true.
    So lonely I wander still, but not without hope.