And then today I realise,
All people are just lessons in disguise.
Because in the end I learnt I have to walk alone,
All are fake and no one cares about my mourns.
I searched high and low,
For that one person who truly cared to know,
About me, about my life, about my history,
But no one did and now it's all a mystery.
And after all these years of thinking that I'm a prisoner, broken and lonesome,
I learnt today that 'solitude is a kind of freedom'.
~*~