This world is a place full of crowd
Riches, glory, love and proud
But can't really find a single place 
Where I can get true solace

Hating the quest of being wanted
Don't like the extra attention granted
But this strange dilemma has me haunted
I do crave for this favor distorted

Keeping myself in the midst
Of cheering people, chirruping swift  
I feel this sense of emptiness
A strange nick of loneliness

Its like I'm hollow at inside
Choosing a path I can't really decide
Fearing that I might get mistaken
Finding the answers on the road not taken.......