Estranged

"Estranged" I see myself falling faster still, slowly losing all of my will. I've come to know I am estranged, as some might call it 'being deranged'. I see myself in a different way, in the mirror every day. I watch myself smile but hear me say, that it has been a terrible day. Some would say inside I'm dead, but its emotions overlapping inside my head. I feel alone almost every day, even though people around me stay. I can feel that I am weak, even more when I speak. A voice barely audible to the people, a voice God couldn't even hear at the steeple. I stay behind the group, because I fear being caught in the loop. I hate the people that I know, and have this anger with nowhere to go. The future that I may come to face, makes me fear what I know as my place. A pathetic person in a shell, which cannot show the truth too well.