Two Worlds

Sometimes I think I live in a parallel universe, one where I can see and talk to the people of the "real" world, but and isolated into my own universe, by my past, by my future. It's like when people talk about hope, or feeling loved...I sit on the other side of an impassable fence, unable to even comprehend the level of self-assurance it takes to be happy. It seems impossible, from my world, for anyone to ever reach out to me. Every day that goes by in silence, it's just more proof to me, that I am, and will always be, a world apart.