Sequestered

Sequestered
by me(whatever)

A small room,
a trapped animal.
sequestered walls,
a dusty self.

From the crack beneath the door,
I can sometimes see my little brother.
When they look in,
broken glass and bent spoons.

They love me,
They love me,
They love me.
But fear is all they know.

The lock on the door is waiting,
for what, I don't know.
Sometimes they give me things,
toys and books and things I'm too old for.

I've heard the kids next door,
rumor for a monster.
I've heard the mothers who pass by,
gossip for a demon.

They love me,
They love me,
They love me.

I'm not sad,
I'm not lonely either.
See? I have a friend-
it's a girl who lived here before-
though sometimes she's a little mean.

Mother?
she tells me not to call her that.
Sometimes she screams at me
for talking here alone.
 
But the food is always delicious,
and they love me.
They love me.