Alone

Maybe I have nothing to write about.
Maybe I have.
All this loneliness still.
I take myself by the hand.
To show me where I need to go.
To show me that I am worth it.
All these normal people have.
I don't have.
What they have.
But I don't want too, or do I?
I am constructed in the same way as any other.
Though searching for a distinct difference in them.
The difference that might relate to my vision of the world.
I speak my mind now.
And it works.
Still it hurts.
And it keeps hurting.

How alone I feel.