Most people like me,
But they don't know
Who I really am,
What I don't show.

Often I'm happy,
Nothing could be wrong.
They think my life is perfect,
The words of a song.

But sometimes when,
I am alone,
I feel lonely,
Just an unknown.

I wish I had someone
Who loved me dear
Someone with whom
I could be near.

But, alas,
There seems not to be
A person who
Feels just like me.