In a ball, I crawl
To a place away form it all.
What I find, Makes me blind,
It seems I'm out of my mind.
I feel pain, Constant strain,
Every day is perpetual rain.
In this dark, massive park,
I, the middle, am the only mark.
A center piece, A lonely feast,
Established sadness is the least.
The skars run deep, I took the leap,
But never have I earned my keep.
Try to behave, Secrets have been made,
These are things I'll take to my grave.
Paranoid, I try to avoid,
I'd rather see the world through poloroids.