I don't belong here.
I am on the other side of the glass;
I cannot reach you, understand you.
I am inside myself,
Lost in so far away from you.
There are times when I lose your world in music;
Retreating there, to be with myself,
But the music stops, and I am dragged, kicking and screaming,
Back into your so-called consciousness.
Some can't tell that I'm lost,
And laugh at my different presence,
At how I try to be part of your world,
At the surface they see of my world,
At my retreats into its comfort.
It's okay if you don't understand me;
No one does.