Trapped

I see you

But do you really see me?

I hear you

But are you listening to me?

I sense your presence

But why do you not acknowledge mine?

I feel your touch?
Why is it fleeting? Where is the warmth?

I am speaking

Why are the words not the same?

Solid, unmoving and isolated.

The room, cold, unfeeling, so alien.

I am screaming, but you don't hear me.

Nothing but empty faces, blank stares and soulless touches.

Rough and unyielding, moved against my will, an object of consequence, an irritation.

No control, no connection, no humanity

Yelling, "I'm here, please someone SEE me"

Trapped in a biological prison