Lyssa's Poem Book

Not a poem, just a rant

Why am I so inconsistent?

One moment I hate being alone and the next I don't want to be agreed with.

I don't like isolation but I want to be the only one.

I want to be unique but I want someone to relate to me,

Even then when someone describes the EXACT thoughts I have I feel sad because I can't just be THAT person, there are other people like me.

Yet the next moment I feel like I could search around the world only so I could meet someone who's just like me and would understand it all.

But I would probably end up annoyed because I'm just a copy of someone else.