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Am I Here?
I am here but am I really? Would you notice if I left, or passed? The joys of your life seem to be the bane of my existence. I am here but no one notices that I am real. I sit in class, walk through the crowds, and drive home where I sit alone in this dark room that has become my only friend. I cry out but to no avail as everyone passes by my window. This prison I have built for myself; large enough to only occupy one. Am I destined to serve a life sentence with no chance of leaving or will someone break through and save me? The noose is tightening and I am losing consciousness. Maybe this world isn't ready for me...maybe I'm not ready for it.
