I sit
Slowly collecting my surroundings
Grasping my circumstance
Letting the emotions of the room
Awaken reactions in me
I've always been emotionless
Living through instinct
You can see exactly what I feel
I don't hide it
Or fight to conceal it
I am plain
And obnoxious at times
Like an animal
Not yet understood
Perhaps I am the long awaited Sasquatch
And I've yet to be noticed
As a child I thought
I was an ape child
Because I wanted to be
Revered
And studied
I wanted the world
To take notice of me
But now
20some odd years down the road
Here I sit
Death has not stopped for me
Health has not left my side
Intelligence comes and goes as he sees fit
And the world
Doesn't know I exist
Would they even notice my disappearance
As I sit here
Chained by imagination
Watching his blades gleam
I wonder