I saw you standing near the edge of my garden
Peering into my refuge where I made myself captive
Curiosity flooded your mind, anxious to figure me out
Vines around my face, covering my lips, unable to speak
Constricting my expression, squeezing my life away
Helpless by my own doing, only have myself to blame
Shrouded by the undergrowth, unable to ever know
But, there's nothing worth to mention if you asked about me
I'd still be encased in this prison of mine if you asked for me
Sunlight barely touches my skin, which has turned cold
Never been kissed, never reached a level of normalcy
Always running away from something that was common
Always thinking there was something much more
Guess I was just waiting for death

Cody Shull, 2016