Summer Breeze

A summer breeze
blows through my hair,
I'm weak at the knees,
It doesn't seem fair
to be surrounded by beauty
but to feel only despair.
Confusion runs through me,
and I wish I could know
why I feel no joy in sunshine
nor in a wind that blows.
For when the rays fall upon my skin
I cannot feel them warm me.
I'm out of tune and out of touch
I feel broken when I smile
being no one is just too much.