Poem: Isn't it a paradox?

Isn't it a paradox?
In the midst of a multitude, I sit
All alone, despite the crowd
Not even a passing glance nor stare
Ignored, minding their own business they go
By myself I sit all alone
Ignored by the crowd
Into my mind I introvert
Ignoring the crowd
Surrealistic it all becomes
Like a drug infused haze
I blur out vision
Into my mind's deepest corner I sit
it's a paradox, the crowd
So many people and yet we are all alone