The Lesser Person
Within the depths
Of this horrid room
There is a wonderful sound
A longing song
This song comes from
A solemn and caged bird
Who wishes for f r e e d o m.
From behind this door
That is dutifully locked
Holding me in
There is a noise
A sickening cry
Coming from the wronged
For which n o b o d y c a r e s.
Outside my window
There are people
People who don’t worry
There’s no need
Why be scared
When there is no monster
Crouched and w a i t i n g.
Inside my head
Where thoughts are omnipresent
Where things are longing
To be said
Needing to be heard
Yet there they stay
Lying u n t o u c h e d , u n s c a t h e d.
Here upon my meager bed
In this tiny room
The one I dread
The one I hate
The one I wish to forsake
Yet I find that I have
Abandoned hope i n s t e a d.
Of this horrid room
There is a wonderful sound
A longing song
This song comes from
A solemn and caged bird
Who wishes for f r e e d o m.
From behind this door
That is dutifully locked
Holding me in
There is a noise
A sickening cry
Coming from the wronged
For which n o b o d y c a r e s.
Outside my window
There are people
People who don’t worry
There’s no need
Why be scared
When there is no monster
Crouched and w a i t i n g.
Inside my head
Where thoughts are omnipresent
Where things are longing
To be said
Needing to be heard
Yet there they stay
Lying u n t o u c h e d , u n s c a t h e d.
Here upon my meager bed
In this tiny room
The one I dread
The one I hate
The one I wish to forsake
Yet I find that I have
Abandoned hope i n s t e a d.