"I have become,

The unloved,

The unwanted

And the unconsidered—

Perhaps solitude is sweet,

However loneliness remains bitter.

Do I want you due to my desperation?

Yes.

Endlessly longing for affection?

Romance? Attention?

Yes.

Yet you—

Seem to conflict me.

I care for you,

With all of my given heart

And wear it upon my sleeve—

For everybody to see

And rip apart

And it is still not enough.

Why?

Because everyday,

I gaze out into the trees

And hope to the heavens—

They speak to me.

Because answers—

They are a luxury.

Not everybody can get them,

And not everybody can be set free."