You can’t understand, the feelings, I get.
So alone, without a friend, yet many.
Yet, you can’t understand, needing to lean, and having to be the other one, catching.
You can’t understand, what it is like, to have friends, and not to trust them.
The darkness, and the light, and just doing what’s right.
I help them, I heal them, and I would never hurt them.
But they don’t understand, I am a lone in, the end.
You can’t possibly, comprehend, not being able, to find a true friend.
To be searching, for someone, not to hurt me.


I have never been a popular being; I am caring, and truth telling.
And that has left me, as I am, speaking.
Always helping, always weeping, and constantly seeking.
Constantly, I am tell, people to leave me, because I just can’t, hear, them speak.
There mindless words, of hurt, ignorant, and brutality.
I just wish to be free, that they would leave me, and I was lonely, before they were near me.
When they leave, it only reminds me.
To be lonely, because you are kind, and wise would bring tears, to any good person’s eyes.