Why do I feel so simple, so weak
Even around friends I'm quiet and meek
I try so hard to feel like I belong
But the fantasy wears thin as the day drags on.

Why do I feel watered down, empty
There is a wall within me I cannot yet breach
The normalcy of others, I cannot reach
I only wish that I could weep.

For if I weep it means I can feel
And God knows how I long to feel
I long to feel loved, to feel happy, real.

I offer guidance with a helpful hand
I feel myself cracking under the demands
But I cannot let myself stop for respite
Once I have helped them all, I can search for the light.