Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain.
You cannot hide from the pain.
This world is made of fear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And hide from searching hands.
Blind your eyes behind hair-strands,
And pray to disappear.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And close those teary eyes.
Most things seen and said are lies,
To lead the naive near.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For hands were made to punish;
And skin and bones to ravish,
In treachery severe.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
For certainty’s a lie.
They will not care if you die,
Or if you persevere.
Curl up in the corner, dear,
And cover your ears in vain;
For a world, it is insane,
Where sanity breeds fear.
K. Aldaya, 9/2/15
Picture: Found on youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJarvZMi0gU; http://i.ytimg.com/vi/lJarvZMi0gU/maxresdefault.jpg
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
