A feeling of cold.
Why do I feel this way?
Surrounded by friends;
but so alone.
With the moon comes the frost,
however warm I may be.
Why, Why, Why do I feel so empty?
When will I be full?
When will I be whole?
Where am I going?
When will I see?
See though the Black?
The Gray? The Cold?
Why do I choose this path?
hidden in plain sight;
A mask with a smile.
But in darkness behind, to feel alone.
Am I really adrift? On a sea of despair?
Will I find my port? Will the seas calm?
Will the skies clear? Or shall I remain
Floating alone. Adrift. 
With my own thoughts
Fears, Insecurities, Neurosis, and Emotions
I am **FINE**.