Why would you lock me out the balcony?
Even though every one of you has seen me
No one seems to care to open the door
Sickness creeps to my core
Why would you leave me there, staring at you all
A few blocks from a house this small
When you know I have this sickness
Thoughts numb and cloud my mind
There's sweat all over me
My body moves by itself
It climbs to the other balcony
Begs for help, but she's not moving
I hear a voice; they're opening the door
And as they stare at me again
I do nothing, just like before
Back to my usual spot in my forced, mechanical walk
With so many people around
I can't think straight because of the sound
Why can't I fight back?
I'm far outnumbered, too sick for a last stand
When everyone splits up
I'm left with two smokers
And the exact amount of coins
Numb all over, to my sanctuary I escape
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PoetryI should hate it. It's a curse, after all. I've caused a lot of pain, hurt a lot of people because of it. My youth went by so fast it's like I'm still there, at the very first step towards this insanity. I can only remember fragments of it. Eight ye...
