<s>[INST] I was lost in a familiar place
A stroll through the city where I live
I saw faces from my memories past
But the streets were unfamiliar ground to give

I walked through crowds that noticed me not
Their indifference a heavy weight
I felt like a stranger in my own skin
Longing for a place to call my own, a place to begin

I've been everywhere and yet nowhere at all
Drifting aimlessly, without a trace to call
My life a canvas, yet to be defined
A story yet untold, with no place to be mine

I'm searching for a sense of home
A feeling that I've never truly known
A place to rest my weary soul
Where I can be myself, and make myself whole.

This poem is talking about feeling lost in a familiar place. What's the primary emotional state of the speaker in this poem?[/INST]