Wandering

I stand in a sea of people,
And yet I stand alone.
Looking at the familiar strangers,
Not looking at me,
Makes me want to retreat to the safety of home.

The feeling of disquiet makes me twitch.
The feeling of abandonment makes my skin start to itch.
Forget the itching I feel,
Uncomfortable in my own skin.
Some days I feel like a plague, the devils sin.

I walk these blank, empty, halls alone,
And the only thing I hear
Is the sound of my footsteps in my ear.

They don't notice that I'm here, they don't notice when I'm gone.
I wonder if they'd notice if I ever came back at all.

And if they did would they miss me?
Would they come looking for that strange girl all alone?
Or would she be forgotten,
Lost but nobody knows.