Is that others cannot fathom what keeps you separate from the rest.
To find the silver-lining though, from within the bell jar’s trap;
Is to find the secret treasure that’s been hidden from the map.
For, the darkness of despair spurred out from under lacking vision;
Was shattered by the light from which I’d crafted my own prism.
And, so then I escaped and with graceful silence stole away;
To search for Evil’s labyrinth wherefrom the children could be saved.