On my bed floor,
holding my legs my head bowed down,
I cry for help but no one listens.
How can a man surrounded by so many,
Feel so alone,
Voices in vain,
As everyone pretends,
Many see it but no one understands.
A lone drifter,
Walking through the world of plenty,
I stand abandoned,
Each one has an opinion
With answers many,
But none mine.