Trapped by Whispered scream

I sit alone
In this crowded room
Everyone's making noise
But me I prefer my own company
Deep inside myself I am
When everyone else is talking
About what to wear
What to wear tonight

They cant see what I really am
They don't know that I'm scared
They cant tell that I'm running away
That my home is nothing

That in this world
Alone I am
My windows are tinted glass
My house is closed

My bedroom is painted krimzon
My arms are covered in blood
My body screams in pain
My head throbs in fear
All I finally feel is relief
For knowing what I've done
Was the right thing for everyone

© Mark Coates 2005