Echoes

I can hear the echoes,
Bouncing off the walls.
They come right back to me.
With their intimidating calls.
I'm alone in here.
It used to make me cry.
But now I just don't care.
I sit here watching them pass by
It's not fun in here.
They can't hear or see me.
I often wonder
Where I could be.
I can't escape,
It's driving me mad.
I think it's plain to see
What I could have had.
But the faceless
They keep me here.
I screamed and begged
To be out there,
I've given up now.
I sit here quietly.
The faceless like that.
But I still dream, that I'm free.

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