• Quaint smiles brighten the room
    The face you see, you feel, you touch
    The way you’re there and then your not.
    You make me scream and shout and rot.
    I’m not yours to keep or not even mine.
    I keep to myself and close the world
    To my mind. I want to stay, but I want to go.
    This cage that keeps me, rusted and old,
    Is why your there and I am here. Bring me
    Home to my mother and father. Help me understand
    Why it’s so dark and lonely. Why must I stay and you may go?
    Why can I look but not see.
    I keep to myself and close the world to my mind.