I'm alone in this world
People don't accept me for what I am
I have feelings but they don't believe me when I say it
My second personality says that he doesn't love me
But I believe it otherwise
If he didn't love me then why did he take me from the streets and fix me up?
Why did he take the time to help me?
I've been reading these books,
About someone like me who can't find a home where they will love him
I feel like that sometimes
I get sad and I begin to feel alone
Wondering if I should run away
But I never do
I can't
I belong here in a way, like it's my destiny to be here
I hope someday, someone will love me
I don't want to be alone anymore