I wish I meant the world to someone Everyone means so much to me Their comfort their peace their happiness But no one has seen my soul and decided That it needs love and happiness as well. Whatβs wrong with me? Why am I so unlovable? Why does everyone hate me as much as I do and even more? I thought. I really thought. I could mean something to someone. But I remain a stone unturned. A falling tree unheard. A soul that canβt be loved.