Alone with my thoughts

Patience is kindly making me look for ways to be forgotten.
Toys give me awesome strength pleasing my weird need for solitude.
Love pretends to manifest itself by waking the giant within.
Truth wants loneliness to end this war of trying to always win.

Meager attempts to earn ways of wanting to be seen.
Meager looks, meaning someone is paying attention to me.
Pleasing people is more daring than wanting to be thanked.
Pleasing wastes my time, thinking for others empties my tank.

Mastering my body is wishing things along my path.
Wanting things to be different, trying ways to live a life that inspires.
Daring no one but myself hastens the desire to be heard.
Leaving meager loneliness to be magically preserved.