I walk into a place well known;
I know not what this place is.
I sit surrounded be those called siblings;
You are no family I recognize.
I sing songs which sometimes I know and love;
I cannot joyfully dance along,
Lost in the rhythm.
I listen to a teacher;
The lesson does not make sense,
Containing holes and contradictions.
I leave as a shadow;
Seen invisibly,
Spoken to mutely,
Heard silently.
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