Lone Unlones

There's loneliness in not being alone
When all around you are all strange to you
And you can wander by seen but unknown.
I often question what I ought to do
When that is true - and it is hard to know,
Because it's lonely but not emptied out.
I want to scream at all of them to go
And hope that alone can end my doubt,
But I restrain myself. Instead I seethe
And look about me, wishing they were far.
As certain as I am that I must breathe
I'm sure such lonely company will bar
My self-composure. Being with the strange
Is worse than solitude - it can derange.