The Vaccumm of Isolation is deafening
I can only see the mirth that surrounds
The figmental fence is detoriated, yet daunting
My chains broke long ago, but still constrain me
The encircling happiness is as easy to grasp as a firefly in the night
My grip is as strong as the confidence I exude
Down the grate it goes, settling next to the ashes of my dreams of inclusion
Which I burned everyday until they became my only hope
Then they were gone