Inhabited Loneliness

What fills this void I feel as loneliness?
Talking with another
Feeling the impossibility
Of ┬ábeing understood … Or really seen
The pain of being different
Of feeling … Something
Perhaps no words for it
A call? A search?
My own true Self
Here all the time
And yet I did not know
How to hear It.

Life is real only then, When i am