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