Hopeful Solitude

I am sitting on the stairs. The people upstairs make me feel nervous, They always stink of beer and spit, When they speak down at me. I am a duck surrounded by vicious seagulls, They peck at the feathers, On my back/my wings. I am sitting on the stairs. The people downstairs make me feel scared. They are always shouting, Not always at me, at each other. I am stood in NO mans’ land With the insults and cutlery flying, Past my head like bullets. I am sitting on the stairs. This is my place. I know I am unwanted. I am happier alone. Here I can think, read, I even play cards with myself. My only friend is me, I am safe here, on the stairs.