Asylum

It was as if no one would hear me,
not even myself.
It was as if no one could hurt me,
not even myself.

It was an exhibition.
A display full of rage,
I couldn't explain.

And if I had no words,
I'd draw you a picture of a girl,
enclosed in a huge plastic transparent cylinder,
with needles through her.

And while you observed her with eyes wide open,
she becomes oblivious of you,
while she rolls on by.