sea of plastic people

This world all around me, it's made up of plastic. Ugly plastic. Hard, yet brittle. Sharp edges all around. They cut easily and go deep. People around me are unreal. They've got tags on them saying 'friends', 'strangers', 'acquaintances'... 'family'. But they never move. They're still characters. Stuck in motion. They do nothing. I stand alone in my sea of plastic people. Looking at faces for signs of life. Peering into cold lifeless eyes to see a flicker or recognition. Why is there no warmth there? why are their hands so cold. Why is there no love in the embraces that i try to steal in my dark times. Where are all the real people? Where did their hearts go? Am i dreaming or is this reality? Why do i feel like no one is listening when i talk out loud. Why don't they respond when i hit them? Why don't they wipe away the trickle of tears from my cheeks. Why don't they tell me it will be okay when i'm huddled in the corner curled up like a pathetic ball. They dont even flinch when i scream at them. They're dead towards me. I stand alone in a hoarde of lifeless people.