This might be the only thing which can set me apart,
But am I good enough doubts my own heart.
Maybe it is my ego that makes me write,
Or it might even be this dull boring night.
I want to be noticed,
Appreciated, loved and even kissed.
Now as I have found a new dimension to life,
I am beginning to enjoy the strife.
Yet old habits come back to haunt me,
But I promise to let the past be.
I hope the future would be bright,
As I march on with all my might.