A boy sits low, his gaze unsure,
On the floor, feeling small, and insecure.
Walls don’t speak, yet shadows stare,
Eyes surround him everywhere.

They whisper thoughts he cannot say,
Words unsaid, yet on display.
Judgment lingers in the air,
Filling silence, heavy and bare.

His heart beats fast, a quiet storm,
In a house that feels far from warm.
A room of eyes that never blink,
Watching, waiting, making him sink.

The floor is his refuge, shy and still,
In a world that bends against his will.
A boy unseen, yet overexposed,
Lost in the eyes that never close.