Burn

I stand by these people,
        standing lowly in time.
The world around me moves,
        but I am forced a still.
Voices drive me insane,
        I'll never understand.
Forced to a silent hush,
        I watch from a distance.
These people make me sick,
        begging to be alive.
I only wish I could,
        maybe get in a word.
Make them understand the
        the hell that I have lived.
I'm sick of hiding in the
        stalls of those who confine.
Make them listen, don't they
        know I'm trying too hard.
These people would watch me
                                                              Burn