Lonely in a crowd

Something I am not proud,

Sitting amongst people

You may have known for ages

they think they know you like pages

Stuck in their all knowing cages,

A part of me is always detached

Seeing the happenings as a mirage

Believing ,not believing it to be true

Floating through life as on auto pilot,

At times ,things seem perfectly arranged

At times ,horribly insane

Is it mind and body apart,

Feeling the breath come in and out

Wondering which is the real me

My breath ,or my body ,I wear as a wreath.

Strange are the ways of the world

Accepted behaviours leave you in a whirl

You sit and listen to the inane chatter

You are there ,but don't matter,

All this clatter,clatter,clatter

Judgements passed long ago 

Nothing will ever change

Cannot wipe this mindless splatter

Try as much,no matter how hard,

You want to touch

The hearts of all those around 

You just don't matter

Till the final chapter is written

This is the final writ,

Go along,live long

Just remember, you don't matter.