I'm a loner, not by choice. I speak too, but no one seems to hear my voice.

I am just different, maybe too different, which is why you show fear when all I wanted to do was show warmth and become closer to you.

I look at you so many times wondering when you would do the same to me without looking pass me.

As though I'm invisible, as though I'm worthless.

All those times I waved at you and spoke to you gave me so much joy when you reciprocated.

I should be thankful, but my heart won't let me. Because it is drowning from the sadness from knowing, that your replies weren't out of desire to be my friend but out of charity for the loner you see in me.

I don't want you to not want me. I don't want you to pity me. I just want you to like me.

The sincere smile I try to show you everyday that you don't even seem to notice hides the sadness that you will never even know.