I float Amongst the ones Who walk. The ghost town empty In my brain. My shrieks Are heard By nobody. They won’t understand my pain. Grasp a white sheet, Draw a smiley face. Drape it over my head. Do they need to know my dread? I float around, My tears contained. The ghost town Empty In my brain. Talking to the walls, Again, Sharing thoughts, laughing with them. I float around, Standing out. I don’t see Things the same. Is anyone here? You don’t need To be scared. I know you’re afraid. Is this a cruel game? The ghost town Will always be empty, In my brain.
