Locked in – Outsider
no chance to escape.
Only the food I eat
ensures completeness.
Emotional well being
for a short wink.
No - complaining forbidden.
A smile – the compulsive mask.
At the same time my heart
shrivels every second
to a finally non existent organ.
I would like to cry and shout
“I am bleeding” – help!
But no-one would even hear
and listen to
a vocal chord dysfunction,
that my voice of no importance.
Oh, don’t even imagine
what would happen if I raised it.
Angry gazes tore me
to tatters.
Writing this here almost
a trespass -
I am just a servant.