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I was reading an old book of mine and realized that I felt how the main charater was feeling. so here is a poem on how I felt today

Walking alone, I hear voices. I feel cold as everyone talks about me. I feel empty as my mother asks me questions such as "what's wrong?", or "are you ok?", I ask myself isn't it obvious that's I'm not. Tear treaten to fall but I hold them back proudly. I feel torn because no one can understand me. I realized that I was born alone and that i was destined to be alone...forever. I don't want that but nothing can stop destiny. I feel scared as others around me, weather they be friends, family, or stragers, talk about me. Am I just a topic of converstaion? AM I just a topic? I have so many questions about myself. Who I am? Why, when I touch people, I can see their futures. I predict things that are going to happen...so why does it end up true? I'm scared. I feel like I'm falling into darkness and no one is going catch me. This is my sudcide my hell taken life....