Friends?

The silence upon my name

Grows deeper with each step 

My syndrome is a curse

And yet a textbook

I live in an invisable prison

With me, my thoughts

The knowledge I know is trapped

With no key in sight

I try my hardest to escape

But the bars are too strong

They're connected to a foundation

On which I was born upon

Author's Note

Sorry I haven't posted a poem in a while.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This is very sad, to be trapped with your body, your thoughts, your spirit is a terrible tragedy…. And you can’t seem to get out, move on… your writing without even mentioning what this syndrome is, makes it all the more haunting….
Warmly, B

[Star Wolf]

Awesome, very well written. I like it.
It is really good writing.

[DogDrawler]

It's not that he's trapped with the uncertainly of friends. It's that fact that his syndrome makes him feel so trapped that he can't have friendships. The title symbolizes the irony of it because the syndrome makes him smart hence, "a textbook."