I stand in another's world. I see the joy, some of which I provide to those I care for, yet I don't feel the joy myself. I pretend to belong. I wear the mask and fool most that I'm like them. I used to feel special, in a good way. Now I feel "special" and wonder who I am to who I was. Walking amongst the rest I feel as though I'm a shadow in their world. I know there are others walking past that live in my world, but we pass unknowingly. Longing for some form of normalcy I'm growing tired. The concistancy in my life is inconsistence. I've been to group therapy and there's yet to be connection. I feel as though continued isolation is the only comfort I have to look forward to. Happiness will come im sure, but it feels a long ways away.