Your poem reminds me a lot of how a friend told me he felt as he tried to deal with his abuse issues; he commented that he felt like he was "walking through an empty town". My own feeling was that it seemed like I was "alone in a crowd".
Your poem captures that same sense of distressed solitude and a feeling of bearing a burden that can't be shared, or if it is, won't be understood. I hope sharing this with us helps you in your quest.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)