People saw me as a quiet boy

crawl in a corner and hide

for thirteen years

they pushed me aside

I was never a quiet shy boy

just imprisoned without locks

for thirteen years

they froze the clocks

I cry many hours on end

I see a face I’ve seen before

and die when my heart cannot mend

in the mirror I see myself

staring at me in horror

as I look through others’ eyes

they’ve known me as outcast

shy, quiet, and second to last

they’ve pushed me aside many times

accused me of unjust crimes

in the mirror I see myself

staring at me in horror

with an outstretched arm

a bootstrap wanting to pull myself up