I wish to live with honour in life and die honourably in death too

To be remembered by no one but honoured by everyone

My words will be worthless to everyone but those who can think for themselves

Loneliness is a heavy burden that can destroy the strongest man, or reduce a woman to tears.

Why am I lonely?

Why do I have no real friends?

Why does my heart feel burdened with a load it can’t handle?

Maybe I am good; maybe I am bad; this loneliness make me feel sad.

I only know that this lonely path has one end.  Even if I choose not to walk along this path, I will die anyway.

Why can I not just be me?

Why must I be a clone or a tool for others?

Then they wonder why I’m moody when I am not allowed to spread my wings.

I want to be free!