People Somehow Relate Or Say My Words Better Than I Eye

I know this is not a fantasy or fable Something I have over a prolonged time Constructed or invented Deep down in my own imagination It just all now makes perfect sense Looking reading back Treading over tired old ground Seeing how I quite obviously Can or do not relate to others Being that as strange as I may find it though Although the what , why and the words I say and choose to use Are virtually the same just merely rearranged They seemingly never appear to cut through Yet and but when other people do They nail it institaneously unlike I can Which leaves me with and at a loss Unable to find the words To neither explain nor express Let alone able to address The total and utter hopelessness I feel and I can not hide unto myself inside Hoping to find this my own Fable and fairytale Is unfortunately not a fantasy But rather in truth actual living reality