my soul feels like its strapped to a chair
in front of blinding lights and an audience
laughing so loudly so piercing like static it is
trying to escape just makes them laugh harder
and i'm crying harder pleading for mercy for freedom
but the only thing that comes out of my mouth
is the language they never learned to understand
and until they learn
i am bound to be here
in front of everyone
begging for just a tiny bit of comfort
begging for a touch
just begging
and crying
i'm sorry.