The Radio

The radio behind me plays,

Chasing the cold, hard silence away.

I don't stay where there are people –

I have nothing to say.

The music behind me says what I want

And brings my feelings to life.

I stand at my window, looking out front;

I dream of a more exciting place.

The radio changes the song,

Reminding me that I'm still here.

I don't mind just dreaming,

I could never surpass my fear.

The music keeps me here,

Although, I sometimes can't tell.

I think I'd rather be insane,

But I couldn't handle that pain.