All Alone in a Room Filled With Souls

Feeling alone in a room full of presence
Hard to breathe, hard to see
Too bright, too loud, overwhelmed
Crushing, crippling anxiety

What do people think of me?
Why do I care?
Why does it matter?
I mean nothing...

I am alone in a room filled with souls
No one notices, I am invisible
Why am I here?
The desolate wilderness calls...

Now I am alone in a forest full of trees
I can breathe, I can see
Cool air brushes my face
Isolation is good for me