Maybe it's just the way I am

I need someone to miss, I guess.
Don't know why - and nothing's a mess.
Just lonely sometimes a million miles away.
Just exhausted with so much to say.
Words to sing scream out in my mind,
but without privacy I say nothing so none will find
this way that I am to be stranger more than it already is.
So it's not even needing someone to miss -
it's you who I want to share it all with;
you who I want to understand.
Or maybe something more.
I don't know - not a thing; never what's in store.
I guess I am who I am.
Sometimes I'm weary.
Mostly I try to love & care.
Once in a while I'm a superhero.
Deep down, though? Just a man.