Lonely Room

I wonder, do you feel cold. I do.
I wonder, are you behind a glass wall in a crowd. I am.
My life feels like a grain of salt in the sand.
In a soundproof glass box.
They can’t hear me.
I feel as a bit of smear in the vastness.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t stand close to.
Don’t talk to me.
Life is better in a book.
Darkness is heavenly.
So I don’t sleep at night.
Daylight, too many people.
I need to hide.
I am alone in my self imposed lonely room