Sometimes

I can't shake the feeling that nobody really knows or understands me.
I guess this is understandable, because nobody can really know anybody for certain.
But still, there are some illusions I wouldn't mind believing. (Like, feeling as if there is someone you know that really understands.)
It's a shame really.
I don't know if there is anybody like me.
And if there is, I don't know them.
But there has to be, right? I mean, there are so many people out there... Wouldn't it be a bit ridiculous to think that there is no one like myself?
Yet...what if I never come across this person/these people? What if I just wander feeling quite alone. Not alone as in without friends or people I like, but alone as in all of my friends don't really see me; they don't see all of me. I'm only partially there; here; anywhere. They only see so much and even if they think it's all of me, it isn't. There's something about me no one else sees, or if one person does, another person doesn't. So I am incomplete. I feel whole except there seems to be a gap somewhere. So close yet so far away. I don't know if I'm making any sense to you. I don't even think anyone is reading this.
I think the rest of my life will be made up of waiting and searching. Possibly for someone that doesn't exist. Possibly for the rest of myself. Maybe they are the same thing. Like how John felt he was only half a person till he met Yoko. Maybe my other piece is something else.

The Search Continues...