It's not that I'm needy or desperate,
but the fact that I don't want to be lonely.
It's not that I am scared of people,
but how I am waiting for someone to save me from this mind of fear.
Being in a room filled with people
and yet I, as my true self, have no one to be with, in fear of anyone knowing I am one-in-the-universe and deciding that I am not worth their effort and time, and in the end, I get left behind all over again.