Vacant stare, noons a nighmare, <br />fours hours to prepare, <br />for the outside- <br />Mothers and there children pollute the street, <br />the sickening smiles leave you weak. <br />Jumkies pill poppers winos whores, <br />residents of a useless world. <br />why does everbody stare, <br />why do your care, <br />cause they will take you away, <br />nursey wont help shell make you pay, <br />for your difference. <br />laughter richochets to and from your every limb, <br />whilst all those eyes burn through your skin. <br />A day out is a trip to hell, <br />away from your room away from your shell. <br />The sun seems to trace your every step, <br />just like those memories you strive to forget. <br />so much pain for a trip to the shop, <br />a challenge of all challenges, <br />you hate that queue, <br />as much as you hate you. <br />you hate the morning, NooN and especially the night, <br />when the demons come and feed on your fright.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noon-2/
