I Dont Exist

If I strain, I can hear the laughter Through my groggy half asleep dream. The sounds of joy and jubilation That I cannot participate in even after Myself in front of them I have tried to redeem The sounds echo in this majestic house, The noise made by young and old alike As I float around aimlessly like a ghost My voice heard like a whisper, as meek as a mouse, Will they notice if I just ride away on my bike?? I try to talk to them time and again, My words are indecipherable Am I an alien to my own kind?? It feels like I'm on a tether of my own making- I am in chains I wish I could break free somehow, and know I am no longer entangled I will break free the chains entangling me