I am not one of the multitude

I stand out painfully and beautifully

I cry out to be heard

but none is heard except my chatter

I shed a thousand tears

but none is seen except my smile

do not delude yourself

you do not understand me

a thousand stories are hidden deep inside me

yet you cannot listen to any of them

I hear music at the end of the day

but I see no light at the end of the tunnel

I close my eyes and see the dancing moon

I do not know whether I see you there or not

in the land of joyous despair