Among myself and others

Dragging myself along the sidewalk,
through the crowd.
A crowd full of people,
people who only care for themselves.

My shoulders hang
my hands deep in my pockets.
My blond hair shielding my face,
and the emotions in it.

I'm not comfortable,
in big crowds.
Too many people,
almost all the same
in my eyes.
They act all the same towards me.

Among others I'm cold.
Alone I'm safe,
calm
and emotional.

Myself.