A multitude surrounds me,
Looks, angry/ sad/ pitiful,
Through the unbreakable walls
That enclose/ protect/ confine me.
Theirs tears do not move me,
Nor their joys touch my heart—
Should, but never yet have.
Always at a remove,
Always alone/ aloof,
I walk my solitary path,
Lonely in a crowded room.
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