Nameless

Have anyone ever felt like no one understand you? or knows you? or see you? When everything seems wrong, have anyone felt they just wan to fix it? remedy it in their own way? But then advice some likes that... is it really good advice? or is it just pressure?.....when you wan to breath yet people just stuff cotton into your nose....can you survive?....will anyone really know me? understand me? hear or see me? Who defines greatness? Who decides service? Why is it always me the problem or me having a problem? then if its just no my playing ground? Why if I am not going the same things as you or smiliar I am living under?

Questions...seems to all I have.....Question Mark seems to explain me these days....