Where am I in this universe?
Am I the only one out there
Or are there thousands more
Am I alone?
Am I a nobody?
With thoughts so large I cant contain them
Spilling like paint all over the page
Wishing I had someone to talk to
Am I scared?
Yes
I want the comfort and care of another like me
Who will understand and relate
To my ramblings and rants
I do not pick up the phone
I do hold the quill
I question why I do this
But I realize,
No-one will ever care
The thoughts of a nobody
Forever gone unheard
Thousands out there, thousands who think
Just like me
But we are all too scared to speak
I wish to not weird out my friends
I wish to not concern my family
I wish to not disturb my one and only
I wish I could speak out whats in my head.
