In the silence of, my still, small World,
I sit alone, nowhere to turn;
Tearís fall down, as drizzling rain,
my broken Heart, consumed with pain.
I see the smiles, on otherís faces,
but on my own, no laughter graces;
I search the darkness, for a glimpse of light,
yet only blackness, envelopes my sight.
The shame I feel, overwhelms my Soul,
as I wonder about, with no place to go;
There are no doors, in which to escape,
and the bars on my windowís, have sealed my Fate.
As a nine year old, I remain trapped inside,
from my childhood memories, I long to hide;
But as a Ghost, they haunt my being,
I have no hope, Iíve stopped believing.
The light at the end, of my rusty Tunnel,
never appears, as it leaves me troubled;
So I will remain, in my homemade shell;
where I am safe, no pain there is felt.