I’m sitting on a chair in a crowded room,
Watching them watching you;
You’re all alone, but you don’t care,
They hate you, but you’re not scared.
You’re the most visible person I’ve ever seen,
You shine through the dark like the sun at noon,
And when you smile, the world lights up,
and all their words are left in the dark.
But the light that is yours is fast growing dim,
and all that you’ve left in this world is a friend
The smile on your face is rarely seen,
and the wolves around you clamor and din,
They raise great cry, and they wail,
and they heap their words on your head.
And I know, I know, that these words are heavy.
But I’m alone, outside their vicious circle,
an onlooker at a wolfpack’s feast
And I beat at their cage of steel,
longing to help,
But my hands are weak,
and my fingers break,
And all I am is useless,
Unable to help the one who needs it most.