Wondering…
Am I the only one who stay late at night just to embrace the solitude?
Am I the only one who give in completely yet was betrayed in return?
Am I the only one who envy those roaring thunders beyond the horizon?
Am I the only one who reminisce sorrow more than blissfulness?
Am I the only one who never wish the world to be gentler on me?
Am I the only one who attract bad seeds and tattletales?
Am I the only one who dance in the rain just to hide the outpouring tears?
Am I the only one with pretty faces but zero privileges?
Am I the only one who prefer hurt-bearing thorns than sweet-smelling flowers?
Am I the only one who live naively and love unconditionally?
Am I the only one?
Or maybe, just maybe, is there anyone else out there?
A Woman Called Fancy 