Confused

Is it weird that I think life's great, when I fight to survive?

Is it weird that I have no enemies, when people ruin my life?

Is it weird that I'm smiling, when my world is breaking apart?

Is it weird that I'm still here, when I feel I'm long gone?

Is it weird that I'm lonely, when I'm standing in the crowd?

Is it weird that I know you, when you've never seen me?

Is it weird that I'm in love, when I'm not sure what love is?