The Desire to Leave Home

 How I long to leave home one day!
 It takes courage to leave home, it takes yourself to leave home.
  
 I'll walk the streets and search for those people—
 whom everyone has misunderstood and pushed away,
 who tried so hard but could never make anyone understand them,
 who took care of everyone else but never found peace themselves,
 who have no one beside them to chase away the loneliness,
 whom life gave only sorrow, breaking them like tender branches,
 who remained out of place everywhere, just for being themselves,
 whom everyone forgot once their usefulness ended, cast aside,
 who carry infinite grief behind their smiles, showing it to no one,
 who wipe away others' tears even while weeping themselves,
 from whom everyone only took, giving nothing in return,
 whose family and their heart belong to different people,
 who bear everyone's expectations while expecting nothing,
 those they suffer for are the first to cause them pain,
 even their closest ones constantly misunderstand them,
 who suffer today precisely because they became what they wanted to be,
 who never harmed anyone yet accept only harm their whole lives,
 who have no one to unfold themselves before, just as they are.
  
 When I meet them, somehow, I'll become their friend.

 How deeply I wish to gather them all, far away, hidden from familiar eyes, build a house and spend the rest of my life with them!
 With those who are like me, I'll laugh, I'll cry, I'll look into their eyes, take off my watch and talk or sit in silence.