Does such man Exist ?

I wonder sometimes why do I exist, is that because I'm meant to do something? I never figured out the reason I breathe or sleep or eat. Through out all the times that I spend in my room, typing on my computer and my coffee cooling next to me, I write my poems that somehow can explain the chaos inside of me. I have friends that exist only in my head, friends that know every dark thought, and they ask me sometimes, why do you write? I just shrug, for back then I didn't know why I write. But now I know why I write, something inside me urges me to write, so I can somehow by some force I can explain to the world my chaos, simply so I can make new friends. My friends, my thought friends; that's what I call them, they seem to surround me, think with me, create and submit words in my head and I simply just write them down on paper. I'm just a girl with dreams, such dreams that is locked inside of me and me being very frantic looking around for my key, my lost key. My heart beats faster when I feel that I'm somehow going to find the key to my freedom, but then all the sudden my hopes come crashing down on me. I feel broken and I need to be fixed, I feel like an old toy, used and finished with, totally abandoned and unwanted. I wish I can fix myself, but that's impossible. I look around and I see girls in love, with charming men who rule their lives. It angers me; do I really need a man to fulfill my dreams, to be normal? What kind of barbaric society do we live in? Societies were a woman is not a woman without a man that leads her life. I despise and spit in the face of such people who think so, I despise woman who think that their lives are nothing without a man who leads it. Oh love, what a great feeling, I don't object to love, oh yes I yearn for love. I want to feel it flow with my blood, to let it cast its blissful spell over me. oh yes my body desires a man who can hold it and love it the right way, yes oh yes, I do want that. I want a man who writes me words, words my ears have never heard of before, I want a man who kisses my forehead and touches my hair I want a man who teaches me all the wonders of the world, I want a man who loves me for just being me I want a man who takes my pictures and hangs it on his walls, I want a man who believes in my potential, I want a man who sees the beauty inside of me, I want a man who would never cheat. I want a man, simply a gentleman who thinks that we are equal. Does such man exist for me? Does such man want a woman like me? My heart calls out for him, my heart screams for him. I want him to know that I'm pure like gold, waiting for him…So if you're out there my love and you just read my words, answer me…for I desire to hear your voice and read your words.

Tell me my friends…

Does such man exist for a girl like me?