She Tells Me That I'm Hard to Know

Relations with me come and go Summer autumn falls to winter snow She tells me that I'm hard to know Have I been speaking in some kind of code? Then why do I feel so alone? Is the writing immortalized on the stone? Wish I could speak my feelings to feel whole Instead I'm writing some self-deprecating poem I don't know how to take this In the summer by the railroad tracks Is where I learned to wear my concealing mask I don't think I've been myself one time since I guess it's easier when you're a kid I don't know how to take this