Hiding

We hide, in the rank dark we hide,

Crushed, wet, cold, lonely.

So many people, so very lonely,

Scared nervous, small, desperate.

When will we escape this hell?

Hurt, crying, hiding, angry.

I hate them, I do- I’ll kill them.

But I won’t.

Because I am small.

I am no one, and nothing

and cannot fight,

and cannot breathe,

and cannot run,

and cannot laugh,

And I am hiding,

We are all hiding.

But I am so alone.