The man sits in the corner,
A demonstration of madness,
Presented in a song
Rocking like a metronome,
Twiddling his hair,
Teases it through his wild fingers,
Tawny nest sits upon his head,
His crowning glory,
Well beyond pacifying,
Wishes he was dead,
Tried so many times, never with success,
Conversations with them who are not there,
He cowers,
Bombarded with external influence,
Lost in a solitary selfish world with only self for company,
He wants no-one,
Needs no-one,
His head and heart brimming with negativity,
No life outside his saddened house,
He conceals himself as terrified,
Of everything he finds outside,
No happiness will greet him,
While in his tragic world of fantasy he dwells!
By ladylivvi1

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