Teen Ink

   Once I tried to write a book,

But I could not find the words.

Once I tried to sing a song,

But my voice could not be heard.

Once I tried to find a friend,

But no one could be found.

Once I looked inside myself

And saw where I was bound.

A desert of isolation

Lay there in my path.

Emptiness, desertion

Were my aftermath.

A lonely conclusion

I forced myself to see -

Love and kindness

Would never be shown to me.

So no matter what I try,

I will always fail

With society as my captor,

And life as my jail.