Does this make me more human?

In a corner of her room, no one else is there

A girl sits quiet, in her child size rocking chair
she stares out of the window
she stares out into space
it’s all that she can do now to escape this empty place
she dreams of happy times of which she’s never known
the comfort of a mother’s arms, a loving family home
but that’s not how it is here
as she stares at the stale white walls
there’s no one she can turn to
there’s no one home at all

"All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?"

All the lonely people - Beatles