Naive Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Stabbed into my veins-
And running though my blood
When will you release me?
From a long forgotten prison
For all that remains
Of my cellmates is dust
Tied to the slab, delusional
Why Can't I sit up- trapped
Cut me open and take
Whatever you want, or need
Please feed, diseased
I hope you find a cure
Naive, I have been teased
Are they jealous, blind?
Outsiders are often confused
Used, abused who are they to say?
Am I not well loved?