Sitting here empty-handed
Eyes keeping track of everyone's movements
I watch as they walk past me
The air in the room is disappearing
Different voices in every direction
I'm crowded and alone with not a friendly soul nearby
Can't run and hide
The room is bright, and everyone is staring
As the room gets colder, everyone is talking-louder and louder
I feel secluded, and I don't belong here
So many questions roaming in my head, begging to be freed
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
How do I get out?
What is going to happen to me?
The reason I feel this way is because...I'm lost!
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