Strangers all around
No friend to be found
Ceasing to care
As I grow older year by year
Not seen as human
Constant fuming
Dreams that will never be
Crying, they will never see
Waiting for my chance at life
Ever present, constant strife
In their lair they hide
To be friendly, I've tried
Days come and gone
It's been how long?
This cell, I tolerate
Their uncaring I congratulate
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