Whats worse?

I wasn’t crushed by chaos or loss. The universe did something gentler, but more cruel. It made me everyones anchor, but no one’s harbor. So I stay steady. I listen, care, hold for space. I’m the strong one, but when I fall a prat, the room goes quiet. I want someone to ask, to stay, but i say “I’m fine”, because they need me to be. Surrounded, but starving for connection. I carry the weight, but inside, I’m tired and unseen. And I don’t know whats worse, being alone, or being everything for everyone and still feeling invisible.