My World Isn't Yours

Dance around singing in the rain. Nothing's insane. Everything's crazy, nothing is normal. When they look back on what they saw today, they'll all think the same thing--the thing you want them to think. "What a weird girl." Wouldn't that be the best way to be remembered, if you are to be remembered at all? As someone they couldn't imagine understanding, a mysterious girl who never seemed to make any sense at all yet always wore a smile on her face but for the occasional times when that notebook would come out and she would have the most troubled look on her face, like she was fighting death itself. 

No one notices such details, just events that stuck out in their mind as interesting or funny. It's all amusement for them. Nothing more, nothing less.

And what is it to me?

A fun game without a happy or complete ending. Always craving more, better.