Invisible

I was surrounded but alone,
which is the loneliness that cuts the most—
not the empty room at midnight
but the crowded room where you're a ghost.

Every laugh around me was not mine,
every conversation closed before I came,
I stood inside the noise of other people
and I could not find my name.

If you are ever surrounded and still empty,
know that this is more common than you think—
you are not strange for this specific aching,
you are simply standing at the same sad brink.
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