I wonder what I thought there that day Holding the child that everyone wanted but didn't want at the same time They said she was loved Yet I was the one to love her The one to be a parent when I hadn't learned to be a child yet Over half a decade later They wonder why the poet stays in his room They wonder why he can't talk to them They wonder why his words are scrambled They wonder why he can't talk to them They wonder why his diction is bad They wonder why he can't talk to them They wonder why he panics in social situations They wonder why he can't talk to them All over half a decade later This man should have healed No, this boy This tired, tormented boy should have healed They still wonder why he needs someone to talk to If he can't talk to others, why is this woman important? He deserves isolation At least from what they've known He can't be scared He can't be sad He can't be tired Because that would prove flaw in the system Isolation is mandatory, they say so he isolates... in his room... where no one, and I mean no one talks to him Instead of asking for help He picks up the pen
