I don't belong
I never did
This world's no place for me
I'm all alone
Inside my head
Waiting to be set free
I'm sick and tired
And so confused
Who is the real me
Why am I sad
Why am i down
Why do I have to be
Wish it would stop
And go away
This pain inside of me

So many poets write about their despair
Of not being loved back

"I'm so sad", they say
But at least they know what love is,
They've experienced the feeling
They've been caring,
And giving.

Do they know what I´d give
To love like they do...

"I'm heartbroken", they add
But do they know what it is
Not to have a heart that could be broken?