people are nice sometimes,

but sometimes they're not. 

sometimes i prefer silence,

but isn't that lonely? 

people don't understand me.

they're too wrapped up in their own minds,

i suppose, in a way, i am too. 

but i do try. 

its difficult to find someone,

who thinks a lot like you, 

but when you do find them, 

are they what you imagined? 

will you be happy,

or will you find new things to want?