Two hours spent alone when classes end
The buses slowly keeping their own time
At night I never seem to see my friends
"But," I start to say, "I'm really fine"

The isolation could not be dissolved
So I embraced it, making it my own
How foolish; now it seems that I've evolved
Into a bust that speaks in filtered tones

And even worse is that I trace the threads
My tapestry, all sewn in black and gold
The needle pricks the eye and still it heads
To stitch my jacket straight into the fold

This life I walk; a wandring, waking dream
They watch me talk, but never hear the scream