Lonely

"I am lonely. I think that my last post made that clear. It is not that I have no one. I do. It is not that I am not loved. I am. It is that I feel like my life has been spend on the outside, looking in. Never feeling like I belong, never feeling that I am real to those around me. That they really see me. That they really know or understand me. Not the person they imagine me to be. But the me that I know I am.
I have no one to share that me with. No one who understand what I try to tell them, no one to share parts of me with, my thoughts, my believes, my very soul. The darkness as well as the light.
I know I am not unique, I know that others have this same sense of not belonging, of not being understood, of standing in the shadows, watching. That doesn't make me feel any less alone," I whisper.

Are you listening?