Detachment

From the outside looking in -
it's like a romance novel,
only bitterly real
though I can't feel
what they feel,
and there's no happy ending.
No one is right,
and life just keeps
going on, on, on,
without fail.

I'm putting the pieces together,
but there is no satisfaction;
nothing.
I only watch, and listen
to all those desperate voices
that do not, will not know me.

Everyone is sick and in love,
and today,
I think I feel human.