No One Cares

If I were lost in a room of mirrors
would I soon have to face my fears?
But the only fear I'd ever see
is the lonely reflection of me.
Soon comes out all my anger and pride.
They pick me up and take me for a ride.
They take me to a hole that seems to have no end.
Then they drop me to see my body bend.
Would I be able to catch myself on a jagged rock
or will I stay frozen in a permenant lock.
Would my superman come to save me
or he look down and just flee.
It breaks my heart to see no one cares
while my body becomes full of tares.
I finally hit the bottom.
With other bodies old and rotten.
The bony hands grab my arms and try to pull me down.
And that's when I begin to drown.
I kick and twist to release myself.
I pray this is a dream and I'll still have my health.
But they seem to pull me down anyway.
Now there is nothing left for me to say.

by: Susan Maxwell