Relationship

In my hands is where you rest
when I look at you I get depressed.
Your so dark and cold, never glad
it makes me very, very sad.
I look to the sky and see the clouds
I look to the street and see the crowds.
You look at me and ask me what's wrong
I tell you I don't know where I belong.
You'll never understand for you are confused
and whatever I say, I'll just be accused.
So I keep my mouth shut and never speak
maybe for a day or even a week.