Solitary Pandemonium

One is humming, just loud enough to distract

Another challenging me to violently act

Yet another, a small child doing silly things

The fourth "friend", paranoia, suspicion brings

Next, an older lady reading from scripture

And a scruff who is not a pretty picture

There's, lucky number seven, a proper girl

And a teen boy who's clenched fists never uncurl

A floozy, rudely behaved, scantily dressed

And the leader, a boss who "directs" the rest

Last, there's me- behind the curtain, backstage crew

At any moment, I present one to you

And you, kind audience member cheer woohoo

As if they played just for you on this good stage

Not in my head, each acting out their true rage

As if they played just for you on this good stage

Not in my head, each acting out their true rage