At times in daylight ang darkness, whenever I look around I sometimes feel left out or lost in a tide of people. In times people talk to me but it could only mean they needed something from me. realizing this, I grew shallow and filled with pride, but in this emptiness I felt something, something somewhere, then knowing what it was that it kept me shallow. It was my kindness that intervined all change to give never asking something in return. To confined at the thought of really changing, having attention or wishing for friends, never I had thought that the one thing I call me was the one holding me back.....