A Unique Individual Lives In Me

I don't look like anybody else on the planet, you see... I don't think and write as others do to hide pretense: my aspiration is not to be someone else, because a unique individual lives in me. I had lots of friends in my teen years, sadly, not a true one I could remember today and that friend I found only in mother not others... many regrets I have, but that bitterness has faded away. I learned by watching, pondering, analyzing and comparing vast differences in character, deed and action... it was like seeing actors in a drama: each one expressing their feelings, expecting a positive reaction. Sometimes I see myself as a modern philosopher with definite thoughts on logic and theories...and most certainly not a Plato, Aristotle or Socrates, and as amazing as they were, they would criticize and scold me with their harsh words of antiquity. I sympathize with anyone who has suffered a loss: it's the humanness that defines and completes me; I am more patient than anybody who carries his cross, because a unique individual lives in me.