Sometimes I feel alone, lost and torn,
But then I remember everyone is lost in the world of their own.
Sometimes, I feel I have no one to call,
But then, without support we all have to fall.
Perhaps love is not my ultimate goal,
But you could have made me feel whole.
I want you to touch my soul,
Someone who could rightly play his role.
But perhaps life doesn't spell perfect,
And I'll always be a hidden poet.
Because sometimes in this world so vast,
I, a dreamer, have to live like an outcast.
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