Alone.
Alone,
Among the people,
With no way to make them see.
Exactly.
Exactly,
What the human race means to me.
I'm simply a prisoner,
Alone,
Caged,
Scared,
Rabid,
Angrey,
But conveying anger does no good.
No one answers.
Earth is a strange dark place,
I wonder by myself.
Awaiting the awakening,
To a place I'll never find.
Why do I serch?
I long for understanding.
Serch, not expect.
I find nothing but more captors,
All staring at me,
As I pass by,
I catch the eyes,
But they all look away.
Nothing more to do with me,
No understanding of the real me,
An artist never to be revieled.