Walking slowly through the hallway,
my presence delayed and dark emotions seem to stay.
And as I stand here, all alone,
All I wish for is not to go unknown.
And for one moment to feel as if I`m home.
The saying still goes as stick and stones,
may break my bones but words will be the death of me.
All there is for me to for see,
is the crowds beckoned in quarrels,
and the air that surrounds feels below zero.
The endless staircase I`m forced to walk,
and the names they shout seem to stalk.
Against my will I wear a lock,
across my soul for they stole and continue to steel,
the only life left to conceal.
These walls are my limitations,
and my minds impair is their creation.
Sheer isolation is my defense, but their taunts I do sense.
Unable to submit or succumb,
but this torments left me numb.
And here I stand, acceptance absent.
And there I lay, in my casket.
