I locked myself
Under the ground
It’s dark
Cold
And scary
I can’t move around
The bugs are tickling
They are everywhere
On the ground
At my skin
Even in my eyes and ears
And they have lots to share
What about their noise
That revolting sound
Of little, dirty, disgusting wings
Which makes you shiver every sec
And screaming oh so loud
But still...you aren’t found
Found by people who care
Who loves you
And are sick of worrying
Realizing they can’t help you
You have to see for yourself
That this is just a nightmare