Trapped in a world that without a doubt, was never mine.
I've found myself grabbing at thin air for a friend.
Standing on thin ice with my family.
I can not even turn to seek a way out,
for surely the ice would break.

And so, with no where to turn,
and no one to talk to,
I'm stranded in a place, that
without a doubt was never mine.

This county belongs to someone,
a place where everyone knows everyone,
and your sure to pass them on the street.
Yet no one knows me.

Standing in a crowded room,
leaves me worse off than I've been before.
Alone at last, forever more.

Accused of being depressed, I come to this conclusion;
That is what you want me to be.
Mine feeds your strange insanity.
But I can not join you in this place you love so dearly.

And so, if I am what I am,
and it is as you say,
some would say thats just fine.
Who could blame me anyway?
I'm frozen in this world, that,
without a doubt, will never be mine.
M.J.H.