Not quite right

I'm cut of from my feelings,
I can't quite make it real,
Everyday is like a waking dream,
I'm never sure I'm real.

It's just not quite right,
It's like looking through glass,
Like I'm on the outside looking in,
Just watching my life pass.

I didn't quite hit connect,
I kind of missed the mark,
I've let the joy pass me by,
My whole like seems pretty dark.

It's all shades of grey,
Not really happy or sad,
I'm just going through the motions,
And acting as if I'm glad.

It doesn't really hurt,
It's not like I have to cry,
And it's not really bad,
It's just I have to try.

I have to make myself try,
To go out and see the things,
That I used to see with wonder,
when hope and joy had wings.