Silenced in a corner.
The screaming faces shouting.
Can't block out their piercing shrieks.
It goes right through me.
Can't they tell I'm not comfortable?
Do they just not care?
Perhaps not.
Every idea that I have of escape,
Ends up in failure.
These screeching faces don't want me out.
Misery loves company.
Perhaps, I should forsake my ideas.
They are futile!
I only need to join with the wall
And embrace my hopeless fate.