Authors note: this is quite a dark poem which I have written trying to explore the reclusion of ignored people and their inevitable madness.

Read on, and if you like it, please R and R!

The fortress of my mind

I don't need any help,

I don't need understanding,

From people who can "relate"

I don't need pity.

I can deal,

And if I can't,

I’ll put on my plastic mask.

You won't see a thing.

I won't disturb everyone’s ideas of happiness,

I won't be a thorn in everyone's side,

I’ll just fade away,

You won't notice a thing.

What’s the point of speaking out loud?

If you are not heard?

My mask will remain,

Keeping to the shadows,

Never putting out, never creating attention,

It won't bother you.

What’s the point of being out loud,

If you cannot be?

It will just be there,

A wisp of me,

I am not there any more,

I will not come back any time soon

What’s the point of speaking out loud?

If you are not heard?

What’s the point of being out loud,

If you cannot be?

I am in my fortress,

A castle in the sky,

My feelings, emotions,

They won't disturb you any more.

What’s the point of speaking out loud,

If you are not heard?

My fortress needs me,

Who else will tidy it?

No one needs me here,

I will not be missed.

What’s the point of being out loud,

If you cannot be?

"Why are you so cold?" they ask,

The mask just gazes into space,

Looking for its owner to reply.

But I never will.