Seperated

Lost, alone.

Where is that love? The Joy?

I am a mere piece of dust lost in the world.

Am I alone?

Am I too different to be understood?

Alone, there is nothing, no one,

I am alone.

I feel separated, lost without love.

Is there true love? Happiness? Joy?

Is there any acceptance?

I am lost and alone, a piece of dust surrounded,

surrounded by other dust.

I have so many around me but I do not fit in, I am not equal.

Lost and alone I am.