No one to understand

A lot of people around but no one to understand. Feels like on a sea-shore a neglected grain of sand. Just like a boring book, no one wants to read. No one to cheer me up no matter how much I succeed. No one excited or worried either I reach earlier or late. No one to wait for me, even the one for whom I silently wait. Carrying fake happiness, regardless of mental state. Ahh, that is my destiny and that is my fate. No one to listen this all, No one is there to blame. I find no difference between life and a maddening game.