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.
