Distance

Hollow and empty
Of ever feeling.
Never connecting.
Never quite there.
People of interest
People of joy
Enjoying their company
But never fully there
A friendly associate
I don't really know.
Moments of joy
Turned hollow
At the realization
It cannot last.
I wonder if perhaps
I'm just broken
Or if perhaps
We're just good liars.
Living in dreams
Drifting through life
For fear of
An uncertain future.
Staying alone
Only associating with people
Perhaps out of fear
Of getting hurt.
Physically there
At the moment
Mentally elsewhere
Perhaps fearing
Unhappiness.
In the quiet moments of night
In the cocoon of warmth
Known as bed,
I think of my short life
,thinking of all my mistakes
And of my triumphs,
And I ask myself
Am I happy?
Am I depressed?