Cast A Colourful Mist

Somedays I want to hide in shadows
The nights I want to run about like a fox
Somehow I exist to clearly
Yet my body seems to fade in and out
I want to be a reflection of night during the day
My spirit a haunting mist swirled and washed
Deeply touched and inhaled for the pleasure of few
I keep it all tucked away in my pocket of public misperception
Cast upon me in heeps of unglorified nonsensical jibes
Nobody can look at me...always through me into nothingness
How can I be so complicated yet made so pathetically simple?
Silly to wish for friends from fools
But even more my desire to be kept from my darkest fears
Shall I drown out my sighs and tears with colourful music
Or will night fall before me.