At 12 o'clock, the freaks come out,
and there I am, walking about.
I look to be lost and confused,
but inside I'm twisted and used.
Some may come by, look and stare,
I respond with a glare.

Why they do this?
You tell me.
Its probably just meant to be.

The thoughts of here,
leave me with fear.
My path, is not so clear.

Being trapped is something most people only think of,
but I'm living it.
Some may say it's my destiny from above.

It's hard to bare being alone.
i would've liked never to have known.

The sun is beginning to rise,
coming before my eyes.
Time to say our last goodbyes.