I sit cross legged in my rocking chair,
holding my balance as best I can.
I want you to wake,
but I don't want to wake you.

Filled with poison I stare down the hall,
I hear the silent cries of animals.
With my heart I listen to their sorrows,
but with my mind I refuse their requests.

I could save all the creatures inside of me,
but I just want them to leave.
I want to remember what they have done,
but I don't want to feel it any longer.

You stir in your sleep,
and I fear you can hear my thoughts forming.
That you will know what I am truly,
and the love will evaporate.

But your peaceful eyes stay shut,
and you will never know who I am.
Because I am the one who ignores the cries of children,
I am the one who should be forgotten.