Who?

When I am unable to understand my thoughts, when I cannot attach reason to my feelings
Realization of reality becomes present, all other things diminished to nothing
Friends, oh friends, are you here still? Admittance of my lost perception of the senses is revealed.
Quickly forgetting what I have just learned, or perhaps just saving space in my mind for the important.

The relation between you and him is ever so present, the same problems without the same outcome
Unfortunately, I cannot put my finger on supernatural suspicions of the future
This leaves me with questions and regrets that I mask, just as we always do
A mask over the real thing simply because we are afraid of who we truly are.