Alone Facing the World!

Sitting facing a corner in the room,
Once busy was jobless so soon,
thought had company but turned around, stared an empty room,
walking down the hill, its just me and may be the moon.

Tried to reach out at some one,
but its just me stranded in the bay,
not knowing to row nor which way?,
stranded and no one to show.

World Needing a helping hand,
my existence was never felt nor my outstretched hand,
got it wrong and pictured it wrong,
was there another outstretched hand.

Left alone when needed the most,
Was treated an outcast even when i was the host,
I sat there like an handicapped soul,
tears dripping down and no skin to soak!

Why is that no one sees me,
why is that i am never the first one,
why is that i am stranded all alone,
drowning in the thought "why is it me, who they don't see?"