Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were;
I have not seen
As others saw;
I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source
I have not taken
My sorrow;
I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Es el principio del poema de Edgar Alan Poe, titulado como este post, lo ví por ahí rebotando y representa en buena manera como me he sentido en más de alguna oportunidad.