I am complex, yet quite simple.
I speak my mind, but am never heard.
I have numerous friends, but my thoughts find me lonley.
I am a poet, but my work is never decent enough.
I can sing, but I wish I were remarkable.
I dance in the rain, just to feel something real.
I love a human, because I can.
I experience dangerous events, but the thrill eventually dies.
I listen, but sometimes forget to understand.
I do exciting things, but the adrenaline rush is never enough.
I write measly facts about myself, but don't think you know me.
