Flipping  flicking  , food searching   through   the dumps
Wanting   to find .....something   ..... anything   to have a munch  .
Days , years ... what I can't recall is what I have .. The only thing that is torn and forced black on my back ..
When I'm seen .. noses and faces twist in pain ..
But I never   noticed  a thing in my little space ..

It's all blank ,  my speeches ,  my appearance   is a ghost .
My sanity and humanity   sank in the same boat , it seems  .
I'm rejected .. A reject that's what I am
With only the company   of the voice inside  my head