In my dreams
     I am a block of wood,
Lifeless and still
     misunderstood.

A gun held to my head
     an inability to run
Family that is long dead
     yet the dream is not done

A shout, a yell,
     "Where am I?!" I scream
Ignored by all,
     for I am not seen.

***** and tortured,
     still lifeless I remain,
For in my dreams I am a block of wood,
     only able to feel pain.