Isaac Trenholm

...

I sit alone, in a crowded room, and watch the people talk.
I stand alone, in a crowded school, and watch the students walk.
I am the one, whose name you don't, know, or care to ask.
I am the one, whose fragility, is fading into glass.
...

You talk and talk of things you know.
We're fascinated, does it show?
Of Math and Science and English too.
We groan and swear, but not at you!
...

Why do humans, feel the need, to subjugate and reign;
over the lives of everything, that border their domain?
Would it be, so damn hard, to leave that man alone?
Or is his crumbling life somehow, meant to save your own?
...

Eradicate the toxic weeds, and let the flowers bloom.
Disseminate the cloudy sky's, and let the sun shine through.
But what if nature's obstinate and God won't bend for man?
What if every worldly woe, inflicts itself again?
...