I sit alone in crowded rooms,
With laughter floating, distant booms.
They smile at me, they wave, they cheer,
But somehow, none of them feel near.

I see their lips move, hear their talk,
But it feels like I’m out for a walk.
Away from the center, far from the light,
Where shadows grow thick and the days turn to night.

They call me friend, they call me "pal,"
But inside, I wonder if that’s real somehow.
For though I'm surrounded, I feel unseen,
Like a shadow of something I’ve never been.

Are they my friends, or just people around?
I question myself, but no answers are found.
Why do I feel like I'm stuck on the side,
Watching them live while I silently slide?

They tell me I'm part of their laughter, their fun,
But why do I feel like I’m the only one
Who doesn't quite fit, who’s never quite there,
Just floating like dust in their comfortable air?

I see their closeness, the bonds that they share,
But when I try to join, I just feel a glare.
A wall, invisible, always between,
Separating me from the life I have seen.

We hang out together, at times side by side,
But somehow my feelings, they all seem to hide.
It’s hard to explain, it’s tough to express,
Why deep down inside, I feel like a guest.

Am I too quiet? Am I too strange?
Do they sense the distance I’m trying to change?
Or is it in me, this cold, hollow space,
That makes me feel absent from the warmth of their face?

I try to reach out, I try to connect,
But all I receive is an echo of regret.
I laugh at their jokes, I try to belong,
But in the end, I’m just humming along.

Maybe it’s me—am I overthinking?
Or is the friendship really shrinking?
Sometimes I feel that they care about me,
But other times, it's hard to see.

I wonder if they see me as real,
Or just another name, a tag they feel.
Do they think of me when I’m not there?
Or am I forgotten, lost in the air?

The doubt creeps in, the silence grows,
Like roots of a tree nobody knows.
And while they are laughing, full of cheer,
I’m drowning in waves of quiet fear.

I wonder if friendship is meant to be more,
A hand to hold, a light at the door.
But the door is closed, the lock’s too tight,
And I’m left outside, staring into the night.

Do they talk about me when I’m not near?
Or am I just background, fading, unclear?
I don’t want to ask, I don’t want to pry,
But this question sits like a weight in my mind’s eye.

They say, "We’re here, we’ll always be close,"
But promises like that sometimes feel like a ghost.
I nod, I smile, I act like it’s fine,
But deep down I wonder if it's all just a line.

Sometimes I feel like an outsider in my own life,
Looking in from afar, through a lens full of strife.
Do they truly care, or is it just for show?
Is this a real friendship or one I don’t know?

The doubt rises up like a tide at sea,
Washing over the walls of my mind endlessly.
I float in their company, but I drift alone,
Wondering if friendship is something I’ve outgrown.

Yet, when I ask myself if I’m the cause,
I hesitate, I pause, I give myself applause
For staying around, for trying again,
For giving my heart, despite the pain.

But it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to know,
Why sometimes I feel I’m just part of the show.
A background player, a face in the crowd,
A silent echo that’s never too loud.

They invite me out, we share some time,
But underneath, it never feels mine.
Am I there for me, or just to fill space?
Do I truly belong, or is this a race?

To see who’s closest, who’s the best friend,
And somehow I’m stuck at the bitter end.
Always close enough to touch, but not quite,
Always reaching for the stars, but trapped in the night.

Maybe it’s selfish to ask for more,
To want to feel seen, to not be ignored.
I know they care, in their own little way,
But why do I feel like I’m fading away?

The smiles, the laughter, they float around,
But for me, they don’t make a sound.
I laugh along, I play the part,
But it feels like they’ve forgotten my heart.

Do they notice when I’m feeling down?
Or do they just turn, like I’m not around?
I want to be seen, I want to feel real,
But is that too much for a friendship deal?

I think about the times we’ve had,
The moments that felt warm and glad.
But in between those happy hours,
The loneliness grows, like hidden flowers.

I keep it inside, I don’t let it show,
But the questions in me continue to grow.
Am I a friend, or just someone they know?
A temporary face in their social glow?

When I leave, do they notice I’m gone?
Or is the circle just too easily drawn?
Filling the space I thought was mine,
With someone else, so easily entwined.

I don’t want to be selfish, I don’t want to demand,
But it’s hard to hold on when no one understands.
I crave a connection that’s deeper than skin,
A friendship that feels like it’s more than just thin.

I want to be heard, I want to be seen,
To be part of something that’s real and serene.
But instead, I feel like I’m just in the crowd,
Lost in the noise, where the silence is loud.

And so, I sit here, in this familiar space,
Watching the smiles play across every face.
But in my heart, I feel all alone,
Wondering if I’m better off on my own.

Are they my friends? I wish I knew.
Sometimes it feels like the bond is true.
But other times, I’m left to guess,
And the answer, I fear, might be “less.”

Maybe it's time to face the truth,
To stop chasing shadows, to seek some proof.
Do they miss me when I walk away?
Or am I just another part of their day?

The truth is, I don’t really know,
But the doubt in my heart continues to grow.
And while I sit in their company,
I feel the weight of my own uncertainty.

So I ask myself, deep in my soul,
What is it I truly need to feel whole?
Is it their friendship, or something inside,
That keeps me feeling so empty, so tied?

Maybe the answer isn’t out there,
But hidden within, somewhere deep, somewhere rare.
Perhaps it’s not them that keeps me apart,
But the questions that live in my own aching heart.

Still, I long for a friend, a connection that's real,
Something solid that I can truly feel.
But until then, I’ll keep wondering on,
Asking myself where I belong.

Are they my friends, or is it just pretend?
A question that feels like it has no end.
But even in doubt, I’ll keep holding on,
Hoping that someday, I won’t feel so withdrawn.