I feel weak, alone,
I am as unaccomplished as Amelia Earhart was to becoming the first human being to travel around the world,
Still, I find reasons to get out of bed each morning.

I feel as alone as if the last being on earth, with no one and nothing to keep me sane.

While I see myself as priceless and alone, others see me as energized and well-known;however they are as wrong as stripes paired with polka dots.