Well, this is just the way I feel

Alone in a crowd

Everyone talking about everyone

I don't make a sound

It's harder than it seems

Being sensed but not perceived

So much of who I am over laps with you

Our cells could interchange

I bet you read Rowling

listened to The Who

And are a little deranged

So we're nearly the same

Maybe it's not so bad

Alone in the crowd

You hear a lot of beautiful things

When you aren't so loud

I mourn for everyone I see

but never will know

Her favorite type of tea

Or what he thinks when it snows

A dusty mystery for me