• I sit upon this lonley stool,
    wedged in this deep corner
    It's cold,dark,
    a spider above my dreamless head.
    I sit here alone left out away from the world,
    somthing seems to be wrong with me,
    if only i knew what.
    People come and stare at me as i sit here all alone.
    I do not move or make a sound,
    I am frozen in this time.
    Whats wrong with me?
    Why do people stare?
    I must be quite odd,
    to all theses people nere.
    A cold Draft is continuously freezing my frozen face
    I may have been here for many years,
    But something is wrong with me.
    People think i do not hear,They are wrong.
    I hear there every word, i see their every move!
    Because i dont move they think,i do not feel
    I have been spat upon.
    No one seems to want to help,
    Because there is something wrong with me
    I am odd and leaft out!