Alone in a room, the walls are soft but his heart is hard.
He sits in silence
Not a word to be said, they wouldn’t listen to his ramblings
He sits in silence
Alone to think, madness fills his thoughts
He sits in silence
Not wanting to see the world around him, giving up a long time ago
He sits in silence
Alone to see images and colors that make no sense
He sits in silence
Not allowed to be alone, cameras and windows around
He sits in silence
Alone to hear, things said with nothing to change
He sits in silence
Not able to right so many wrongs; pills, blades, guns, more
He sits in silence
Alone to feel madness
He sits in silence
Not willing to change who he is, insanity a comfort
He sits in silence
They don’t think of him
They don’t see him
They don’t hear him
They don’t value him
They don’t feel what he does
Alone in a room he created a child, drops a quarter in the almost empty can that sits in front of him as the child’s mother pulls him back to her side as they rush by.
He sits in silence