stuck in a four wall room with only a door I sit on the cold concrete floor feeling like my life is spining out of control bald men surround me their ungod like eyes focusing in on my soul prying at the pain that burns inside torturing me to find out what I know the secrets that I keep trying to find out why I am so sad forcing me to speak their language so that they may understand I feel the coldness of their hands as they all touch me trying to feel what I feel to see what I see to be human to be like me I want to scream at them to get away to leave me alone just let me live my life on my own but I try I scream as loud as I can but the bald men don't listen they can't they don't have any ears so they just stare at me with their blank faces and child like grins they poke at me once more and I scream again but all is silent they can't hear my voice so I cry frustrated tears bloody tears tears of pain yet they do not react only a whisper I hear from the man closest to the door he points at them and they touch me once more they stare at me through sheilded eyes trying desperatly to figure out what's wrong with the stranger who cries silently they tiptoe around in a circle leaving me in the middle pretending not to see how much pain I am in they poke at me with iron bars to see if I am still alive all is silent creeping around me I pretend not to see there accusing eyes
Reason for writing:
I wrote this on a paper napkin at a club I was at..I'm not really sure what it means to me yet but who knows
Birth sign: Aries
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