A Town Too Small

Naked
as I
stand in front
of blank faces; nothingness.
They refuse to wonder
to dream
Think.
Life's handouts
delivered like mail
to their undeserving fingertips.
Embarrassed; I stand
alone but
seen
collectively. I
plead for independence.
Whisper screams at my
pitiful conformist image.
I stand
naked.
But blank
faces can't see
the nakedness.
Me.