Unknown

Back in the days, still so young and unsoiled.
Too pure and innocent and so very
unknown.
Feeling the need for humain contact, a whisper,
a silent touch.
Searching for love while finding
nothing
but solitude.
A shadow in the mass, so very uncool
and trite. Lonely watching at the others
lifes. Looking and learning this untold truth.
So good, so boring, another nobody standing
alone in the middle of the crowd.