A Recollection of Others

December 5, 2008
There were hidden traces
I`d misread faces
Around this group of "friends"
Now when it ends
I still peer through the glass
Watching them pass
They timidly try to cage
Me and thoughts of rage
I`m guarded by lock
In a place no one will knock
And no matter how I pound
They never look around
To see

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