The voices all around me
like from a distant parallel world
And they, standing and sitting
next to me, around me
but still unreachable.
In this four-cornered walls
you can scream in pain,
and agony
and loneliness
and shame,
and hatred
and blahblahblah
and that is how it will sound
and that is what they will hear.
But who's to blame but I - if I
have locked the door
from the inside,
and they have locked me in?