The Sky is Blue - random title

In the midst of the crowd I grow more alone Hugging myself I am lonely prone Why do they respond In such cold tones What do they think I am looking for? Is everything I do Unwanted and unloved What warrants the ice in the conversation to grow What have I done to prick on you If I have done so I apologise more All I want is to be friends God knows I need them but if I ain't good enough I have nothing to say But if it's due that my character is bad I admit defeat Oh, please go away. In the midst of the wind I lay alone Hugging the cold winter floor I am misfittedly alone.