It's Not Me

It's not me. I don't usually do this. I'm not normally like this.
So where have I been then?
It's not me. Where have I gone? How long ago did I leave? Can
Anyone still see me? And who should I believe, is me? I'm sure that
By the water somewhere, among the broken things that gather there.
I might be found, safe and sound.
Why can't I feel? The sadness walks around me. All the terrible
Things that I see. How beautiful it's supposed to be, to me?