Hush! Hush! It hits the background,
Flip flap becomes the atmosphere,
Hightened senses emerges from ground,
To gaze the peak of the absurd.
What can i hear? Nothing,
What can I see? Everything,
What can I feel? Frightened,
Deeply wounded and needed to be treated.
Gazing through the eyes of fellow,
Seeing oneself shrinking,
Still pondering in my worries,
Never will I come out from the hands of this feiry furries.
Weirdo becomes my name,
Caricature my surname,
My garments sewed with disgrace and shame,
As I was lost in silence.