Psychic Enema

I can not scream because... - there is no cause for that
I can not feel well - it makes them ill
I can not smile - every time it hurts me
I can not be because I'm the reason
I can not cry cause it touches Their feelings
I still can not forget them
Sleeplessness (insomnia), wet corners in the night
I look and feel like enema, but don't know what's that
Remembrances early years, when still my name was brat
Silence ,it was the only what I heard,
Except our voices they helped me, but I don't know how ?
Thoughts, dreams and memories which weren't where they should be

Whatsaaaaa !!!
Whatsaaaaa !!!
Whatsaaaaa !!!
Whatsaaaaa !!!

Me my shadow, and teddy-bear called by them axe
We were afraid of them
The big night creatures from the higher cave
The shadow often was rubbed his eyes
Screaming at night ,drums, taunts glass in the deep, close to me
Nevermore !!
Help me, they shouted - I must help them
I must help, must to help, And I gave them my dear teddy-bear,
just like they long time ago gave me closed hands..