Stuck in the cage she created Pale white in a world of color
Sound disappears
People disappear
Creations of solitude
A painted-on tear marks hidden fear
She blankly stares on
For what is clear to the eye
May not be to the touch
As she is sucked into a void
She once called her own
People look on
People laugh and smile
They do not see pain
They do not see fear
None can read the blank, plastic face
Of the mute in her own
Clear
box.
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