I feel like an insignificant mouse in this place.

They’re only bothered about the rats.

We are vermin to them.

A plague of infestation.

At least if I were a pigeon, I could fly away from here.

They feed us, give us poison.

Ship us in, Ship us out.

A safe environment they said.

Well it isn’t.

Just a false sense of security.

I have nowhere to go.

No one to see.

Therefore no way to be or find me.

Just an empty body and a lost soul.

Powerless, no sense of control.

Just a wee mouse, stuck in a hole.

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