baghead

No Face

just sitting alone on the cold linoleum floor..

you don't want to do anything else

but sit…

sit and be alone

because being alone you're safe

like an ostrich, head buried in the sand

safe from the terror of the crowd

safe from screaming aloud

so you remain

remain alone by yourself

you've never had to hide from yourself

you'll never be neglected, discarded…ignored

by yourself you'll never be put second

you won't be hurt, betrayed, or deceived

you'll never be let down or blown off

or be anything short of received

so you sit and you wait, with this bag on your head

you think and you wonder why

and question yourself over and over

how people can immerse themselves in this lie

do they do it for you, because they actually care

or is it just for them

and so you remain with this bag on your head

and leave your life governed by whim