Not all who wander

are lost, not all who are lost

want to be found. I

Find that those who are

Alone aren’t always lonely.

People who smile are

Sad. People who talk

Too much never talk at home,

Because no one cares.

Those who are strong cry

Alone. Those who are always there

For others have no

One there for them. I

Don’t know, why or how or who

But everyone hides,

Even you