Freakshow

by emiLy A.   Mar 29, 2006


I am isolated, separated,
Imprisoned by barbed wire
Serrated edges, the softness has expired
Not a being, not a soul, as far as i can see
The wind blows away their masks, and they flee.
They don't want to care, they just want to leer
At this freak in their cage,
I can;t remember who put me here
So much left to ponder
In such little time
The mysteries of life are never defined.

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