Do you know what it is like?

Do you know what it is likeTo be in a crowdYet to be all aloneScreamingNo one can hear youNo one can see the smokeOf your soul as it is on fireKindled by the whispersAnd the laughs of thoseWho belongNo one can see the charringA blackened lifeSeared on the grillOf being unwantedCryingInvisible tearsAlways reachingFor a hand that is not there