If I Punch you fast you will never see
the tremor in my hand
If I act like I have somewhere to go
You will never see my lack of direction
If I tell jokes all the time
you will not see my sadness
If I act like I hate being around people
You will never know my loneliness
If I act like I don’t want to be part of society
You will never know that I felt I didn’t have
a place in it …
Being in a cell 23 hrs a day and taking showers
in cages waiting for a letter that never comes
makes you decide that you don’t want to be
part of the world because it hurts less
then feeling the world already forgot about you.
