Missing You,

As I awake to an early spring morning I find my self with out your presents or maybe it's because I just need some one to talk to, I don't like to be unsure of my self I mean it is one thing to doubt your self but to fill unsure of who you are...is frustrating, you knew who I was you seen who I could be and you always knew I am just being me and to change I would be a fool, but why do I fill lonely some times not in the sense of being alone just different no one to talk with in my time of need...it's damaging, you use to say I was different because I'm special, or because I'm a leader not a follower even as a child I was quite and keep to my self, now as an adult I can't seem to find that happy medium I talk to alot of people but I have no friends at least nothing in common with them, every body dreams different, thinks different wants to be some one else I just want to be me yet I sit alone like waiting on a shelf, I walked a frozen path lit by fires of destruction I've turned away from hands of the devil I don't broad cast my past, my scares or show my weapons, I broke down the walls that held me inside but for what? I could run with the best of them but I prefer to walk, I don't need things to show who I am I don't need to be phrased to be I am as simple as a cold November rain, you were my friend you were energy and it's times like this I wish I could hear your voice as we sit to talk, writing this I could almost hear you almost see the ghost of you sitting drinking a cup of coffee telling me...just play your game son just play your game.