People point, they shout, they jeer,
At me, the infamous loner.
Who loves computers so obsessively thus,
Much more than accorded to other people.
I am not insane, I am not mad,
Only loveless, to what I have had.
Love is divine, true and good,
But to me, it is worthless, not like food.
People around fall in love,
They weep,
They wallow,
They hug,
They Love.
But me? What about me?
I am but a Nobody.
Who cares about a Nobody?
Who cares about about a freak?
A geek?
A monstrous monstrosity?
Who will ever love me?
No one will.
So, loveless I am,
Loveless I'll be,
And loveless I'll remain.
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