I’m the Genie in a bottle
The world has forgot.
They put me in this abyss
And closed the top.

I was a little boy
When they did what they did,
But time continued to tick,
I’m no longer a kid.

My mother is dead,
So is my father.
I’ve been abandoned by family
While trapped in this bottle.

But I hold on to hope
That someone will open the top,
Answer my prayers
And help me out.

Sometimes people pick-up the bottle
Put their eye to the hole,
But instead of compassion
Act indifferent and cold.

I suffer sensory deprivation,
A loss of sense of direction.
There’s no mirror in the bottle
For me to see my reflection.

They say being lonely and alone
Are two different definitions,
But it’s only me in this bottle,
So I fit both descriptions.

What I need is a friend.
Someone to extend a hand.
It can be as simple
As picking-up a pen.

Someone who cares,
Accepts me for who I am,
My magnetic personality
And my baggage from the past.

Someone who helps heal the sorrow
Will work on building our tomorrows.
Someone who refuses to
Leave me to die in this bottle.