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.