Outcast

When standing in a crowd invisible to everyone around, why do we feel like the one outcast everyone hates and everyone ignores. Why do we feel we are the only one who is totally alone among everyone?  Why do we feel we can't reach out let alone ask for help without feeling afraid we're imposing on anyone?

There is a fine line between the feeling of aloneness and loneliness. There is a fine line between the feeling of independence and dependence. There is a fine line between being and being an outcast.