Personal Narrative: An Alien Foreigner

Who do I talk to if no one will bother to truly listen? You’ll make up excuses saying things like, ask me later, is it really important, hold on I’m doing something, I’m busy at the moment, I don’t care, be quiet, or things like that.
I’m lost in a dark tunnel and can’t find the light for the exit. I feel like I’m stuck in my own world where every time I wake up I the morning I travel to the “normal” world named Earth and I try my very best to not seem like an alien foreigner and I’d speak their language as best to my abilities, working hard to understand their slang, behaviors, and culture. During the day I’d make slip ups here and there trying my best to cover them up so no one will now that I’m different. So as the day goes by and I finally take the rough trip back to my home
When that finally happens you’ll come to a sudden halt stuck in pitch black darkness.
I wouldn’t see anything but an eerie black canvas surrounding all over me, it’d feel like being trapped in a black box. There’s nothing to smell, nothing to seen, not oven any noise. You can’t even hear the sound of your feet moving against the wooden floor. You’ll never feel the walls of the trap for the box is beyond measurements. The floor is cold and there’s no wind to brush against your petrified face. The only thing to hold on to your thread of sanity or to know if you’re even still alive would be the slow rhythmic sound of your heart beating and your quivering breath.
And here I say congratulations or thank goodness I’m back home in a sarcastic tone because you have now arrived at my home planet, the planet called