The Shadow Self

I'm haunted by the shadows of my thoughts, I regret that sharp word I spoke, the chance I didn't take. My thoughts unravel like tangled thread. Does my mind even think? I always know I'm right, But people take me wrong. Some do not believe me Some sees me like a shadow in a busy room I feel invisible In front of people I don't feel myself with people Sometimes or ,all times, I seek a silent, empty space To be by myself, Listen to the echoes of my pain, Searching for solace,a sweet,soft rain. Because after all,Is there anyone who can hear? Or am I just a loud noise,that no one can hear?