What I want.

I want to be with those who miss me.

I want to be there, where my absence makes a difference.

I am tired of understanding others, I want the one who understands me.

I am tired of pleasing others, I want the one who pleases me.

I have wet my shoulders enough, I need a shoulder to cry on.

I have listened to many, I need someone to talk to.

I have always lived for my image, I want to live for me now.

I want the one who's made for me and to whom I am made for.

For I am the garden for others feelings and a graveyard for my own!