psychopath

psychopath

the light in the window

is all that i have,

shows me someone's alive.

i never can tell.

it is so quiet,

here,in my world.

their shoes going

"squeak-squeak"softly,

like my head on the wall.

i think sometimes i have

always been here.

alone...or not.

me and the light in the window,

pretty stripes on the walls.

i don't want to be the only one left.

i don't want to be alone.

as long as the light in the window

is on,

i know someone else is alive.

I wrote this in 1983, I was 16, so humor me.