Wishing for Dopamine

I'll be truthful,
I am not a victim.
I am just a lonely person who doesn't mind being treated badly.
Through years of dealing,
My shoulders have scarred.
Though I don't really know what friendship is still.
They say stars can make your dreams come true.
I got so desperate, I made mine out of paper.
I wanted someone to talk to.
Yet I was always afraid of being treated the same.
I'm an object.
An entertainment outlet.
I can't be happy in this town.
Pity is the thing that holds it from collapsing.
I wish for happiness.
I wish for friends who see me as a person.
I wish for clairvoyance.
My brain seems to be bruised so much,
That I feebly wish for dopamine most of all.