Questions

This was a poem I wrote last year. Was in a bad mood and it came out as a weird poem.

There are times
I stare blankly
Into space
Thinking, contemplating
The oddities of the world
Or maybe in me.
I am distancing myself
From others
Or are others distancing themselves
From me?
Distances between us
Grow and grow more
Will the gap ever bridge?
I was always alone
I still am
Will I always be?
I am different
Or am I?
Sometimes, people around me
Seem so detached
Seem so distant
Or am I the one who is
Detached, distant?
Questions, more questions
I am reeling under them
OR AM I?