Alone in a Crowded Room

Bustling and in motion
The crowds of strangers and friends alike
Moves by, day in and day out

Yet how can it be
In this sea of faces and smiles
That one can feel so alone?

A smile, a penetrating stare
Only glances the surface
Of what is there

Buried deep within is
A fear, a hate, a sadness and despair
That rages within like a great battle,

Hollow, you feel,
When everything about you
Is good and warm

And you have no reason,
Yet you feel distant and cold
Inside the great ruined maze of your mind

Paralyzed by emotion and thought
A hand stretches out and breaks the barrier
But changing your life, to grab that hand

Is the hardest fight,
The tallest climb,
The longest run that you can ever make...

~ taken from http://bobby.queerlydigital.com/aloneroom.html
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Googled this poem from the Net.. there was no indication who the author was..
It described very aptly how I feel most of the time.. still waiting for "that hand"...