A Stranger in My Own Life
Even when I’m around people and friends, sometimes I still feel like I’m not really there, like my body is present but my mind is doing its own thing. It’s kind of like I’m standing outside the conversation, peeking in, instead of actually being inside it.
I smile, and I listen, but it feels disconnected in me, like there’s a little gap I can’t close. Lately I’ve noticed I’m drifting away from everything. Life feels like it keeps speeding up and up, and no matter how much I push, I can’t seem to get back on track.
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The person I used to be is so far off now, and I don’t feel even close to who I was. I’m not even half of that person anymore, which is honestly hard to accept.
By the end of it all, I’m left with this quiet kind of loneliness, trying to hold everything up by myself, carrying that weight without anyone really seeing it.
And I keep hoping, maybe one day, I’ll manage to find my way back to myself, or at least closer to something that feels real.
