Trapped

Standing in this crowded room,
I wonder what is wrong;
For, from all the people I know here,
To this place, I don’t belong.

And even though I talk to them,
They don’t seem to understand;
How my heart feels so numb,
How I feel so damned.

P’haps it’s ’cause I speak in whispers
That no one can hear,
Or maybe because when I write a letter,
For ink, I use my tears.

And while we meet and shake our hands,
Laughter and blessings we share,
My heart, it’s aching inside,
A pain too much to bear!

I say to myself, it’s okay,
Just another day to pass;
But deep inside I know that
I’m walking on broken glass.

Standing in this crowded room,
I know now what is wrong;
There’s nobody I know here,
There’s no place where I belong.

Picture taken from here.