Shroud in a cloak of confidence and a mask of intellect
I seek out in this world an acceptance an acquaintance
Little did I know that souls of the world in all their prudeness
Is neither interested in me nor my cloak, my beauty or my ugliness
My interest in them is all that interests the hollow minds
I can either join them and become one of them or carve out a path for myself
Either way I realise that I'm destined to wallow in my loneliness