Where your feet seem not to touch the ground
Your voice seems not to be listened to
Your screams seem not to be heard
Your body seems not to be seen
And your shadow seems to scare you in times

A place where you walk so silent to hide that you’re frightened
A place where you speak so softly to give them no reason to say you’re new
A place where you cry inside and hope your tears won’t make a noise
A place where you smile just to pass by
And hope your eyes don’t tell that you’re lying

That even your heart has frost the excitement in your face
The touch in your hands is long gone
The fear in your looks is there now

A place so strange even the fresh air is hard to breath
A place so strange that you even fight your inner voice on “Why here?”
A place so strange that even the scariest thing is no longer to get lost