Nobody Listens

Isolation and the imaginary friend

Nobody listens to me of late

Plenty of space to express myself

An open ear for what I say

A cold companion to share my shell

 

This prison that we live in has become a clustered home

Whispered children litter hallways given time they too would grow

To feed on all that’s left to see and I become but one of them

And fender off all foolish neighbors, in no one I've found a friend.