Am I the only one?

am i the only one who sits in her room an ponders things like why raspberries have fuzz on them, and why spiders are so creepy? am i the only one who at the same time, wonders about Poverty and abortion and eternity? am i the only one who dreams about things that are could have been so close, but i absentmindedly have pushed away? am i the only one who wishes beyond hope that fantasy lands could be real; that they could just pop out of thin air and exist? am i the only one who asks for troubles, but when they come around ask 'why me'? am i the only one who feels this way?