And This Is Me?

I left the life I knew,
so long ago today,
and now I think about the new,
and walk along its pathway.

My silence lingers alone,
my friends seem not to hear,
through my thoughts I often rome,
and hardly shed a tear.

They seem to not know,
the pain that I sure feel,
they think they're all so happy so,
but I beg to differ I'll reveal.

They act so strange and kind,
my heart will scream and yell,
and these are friends of mine,
so what if I can't tell?

And this is me you ask,
yes it is, listener, alast,
I'll stand in their light and bask,
sail on top of the ships lonely mast.

I try and tell over and again,
just how I came this way,
but as the silence turns to rain,
and sails a sun light's ray.

This is not me, no,
I'm sure you can see that now,
but please, feburary snow,
show me my love just how.

I seem to not enjoy,
the friends that I often make,
and now there is no toy,
to pretend to save my sake.

I'll lift myself above,
as soon as I know why,
but for now I'll just talk to love,
and alone in my room I'll cry.