Many have wasted themselvs on you. They have squanderd time, words and emotion. Destroyed their hearts with thoughts of you. The look in your eyes never changed. You never raised your voice but somthing inside you was getting satisfied. You're proud that you never want them and they always want you. It's dark. You're walking alone. Your eyes are inexplicably drawn to your left. You see a dark human form walking quickly past. Your body grows cold and you wrap your coat tightly around yourself. You quicken your step to follow but you don't know why. As the shadowed form moves with increasing speed you are unable to walk normally. Itis as if your feet are weighted. You call out. The form stops and looks back then continues on quickly disapearing into the night. There you stand, your feet rivited to the ground feeling rejection for the first time. It was me, the stranger, he who does not want.