When Can We Be Ourselves? Poem by Crimson Haze

In a room full of people.
But yet we all feel alone.

In a dark room by yourself.
And yet you feel as if someone is watching you.

In a class room with 20 other teens you have known since you were five.
You don't understand anything the teacher is saying, yet you don't raise your hand.

In the park with 20 people you have only met once or twice.
You can't stop talking.

When Can we or our we ourselves?