Chasing unicorns

No one's replying.
No one's talking.
When we are all alone, tucked away in the corner.
When the pixie dusts are used up.
When we are feeling insecure.
When we are feeling bored of popularity.
When we thrive on laughter and kisses.
When we cry and no one's there.
When we're sad and no one's there.
When we are our prettiest and no one's there.
When we are who we are, and most of the time, no one's there.
When people come up to tell you that you are not alone.
Well, how would they know?
Because you will never hear that from someone who understands.
Because that someone who understands would just take you by the hand
and just, runaway.

But that someone, is just probably another part of you