(Note: This very, very short poem was made in portuguese first, so it doesn't rhyme in English, sorry)

I just thought I knew you,
I even thought that maybe one day,
Looking at you would be simply magical,
And you would be like a fountain of happiness.

I recognize that it's impossible not to be dissapointed,
It's just not easy to be acknowledged.
I don't understand what am I here for,
If you don't need me, like you're showing.

I always said that I wanted you to be happy with doesn't matter who,
I guess that was just theoretical,
I'm not happy, no, but I'm not sad also.
I'm just.... Lost.

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