I go to speak but the words won't come,
And when I think my brain goes numb.
I search the earth to find my way,
But where I fit I cannot say.
I feel alone in a crowded room,
I have no friends to share in my gloom.
A thousand thoughts attack my head,
Most are unpleasant but not all dread.
A stranger in my own right,
Hiding in the dark away from the light.
Not by choice but perhaps by design,
I know in time a place I’ll find.
Until such events transpire for me,
I’ll suffer in silence until I’m set free.
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