You picnic alone just to feel the warmth
Of the sun, then hide in the shadows
To watch the robin-red roses sway and
Try to dance in the breeze. You smile lifelessly
At those others consider close to you-

You are like a hollow shell, but they see far
From that. You know they are right because you feel
The nights of endless, restless sleeplessness; the apathy
You hold for yourself. It is a worthless weight
Wrapped across your body, and you put it there. They value

You, they care about you, so they scrub free that filth
They see you put there. They try to feed you, include you,
Make you see, so one day when you wake
From this you can live, but right now you crave sleep.