Remind ourselves why,

Why a bully is in rejection,

Why a dog bares his cry.

So where is he now?

Where is our chances gone,

Where’s the fun?

Paralyzed by a torment,

Words of ancient slavery

Seized by the burden

Carried on your back.

To admit,

There’s no best for him,

To build up courage,

That is wearing thin.

To control,

A role beside his age,

Proving a lucent point

Proving his sobered sage.

Am I all patched up?

Patched, sewn to the under-cat?

Civilised by sights of truth

Knowing I’m not with whom

Fought for me, cared.

I’m still locked in a room…

To seek,

The problems he doesn’t know.

Friends

Blind to any downfall,

They see bravery traced behind me,

He thinks:

Am I to be free?