Haha, thanks Rohag. Indeed, there's such a different feeling of loneliness which arises when experienced in the crowd. It's almost....almost as if it's not just loneliness by itself, but rather compounded by some feeling of alienation and rejection. Anyways thanks for support, hugs for you too!

Thanks 1flagwriter, a pleasure to meet you as well! Being bright would be fun if it didn't have insanity as a byproduct.

Thank you for the poem and resource Byzantine! From what I could fathom, the poem seemed to be speaking of the supposed existential loneliness as a lack of self acquaintance rather then ye olde isolation. And I guess I can relate to this, after all, by the demeaning eyes of society I am an obnoxious and ignorant teenager regardless of any aura I attempt to present. But I guess the keyword is still there, I'm a teenager by all means except a few which have brought about my misery but perhaps one day my salvation. But hell, fact is, I don't know who I am really. Sometimes I pretentiously pretend I'm a poet but obviously I can still feel the lacerations of the existential knife rooted deep within. Naturally, the era of youth is primary designated for combating existential depression and finding self-actualization but I cannot help feel as though my own path has been blocked by the crippling advanced of other psychosocioemotional issues...

Anyways, sorry about the ramble, thanks once again Byzantine.

Hello again as well thine_self_untrue! Unfortunately I've got some issues opening up to strangers, it's hard to describe but my speech becomes slow and slurred and I can hardly think. Even with people who I know well enough, I feel as though they wouldn't be the type of people to listen to my inner problems. So I do as I always do...keep everything locked inside. Thanks for the compliment Thine , I was considering making a blog...hmm, my tendency to abandon long term projects is making me a bit unsure of it though. I might try anyways sometime.

Thank you and take care as well Thine.