Bound to me

I cannot think to consider the strength,
 of the earth beneath my feet.
 I feel as though I wander about carelessly,
 and walk about casually,
 as if there is nothing here of value that bears weight.
 I must be dreaming for I know my worth in burden.

 Individuals pass by me, but not in groups or in pairs,
 but individually by pass me
 as though I'm invisible, a naked shell.
 How it is my eyes see them, but they don't see mine?
 Shouldn't they at least see my eyes as well?

 My disguise seems to wear thin,
 a cloak hardly worth wearing.
 Will someone, anyone even attempt to understand,
 the worrisome details of this man?

 I ramble on restless and lonesome.
 I seclude me from myself.
 A self-centered division of my character,
 in the hope of preserving at least half of myself.
 I too, long for the warmth of the sun,
 the cool breeze beneath the summer trees.

 Won't a single person help?
 Why can't a single soul spare me this cold?
 Must I rip open my chest?
 Placing my burdens upon display.
 What is my worth to such dismay?

 With shades of my past left open,
 still darkens the light.
 I remain forged upon this throne,
 unable to free me from myself.
 The light upon which I strive,
 shines on the part me, on the other half of myself.

 I dilute sorrow,

 For I see through the eyes of my shadow.