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. 


The End

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