A quiet room, and a listening ear,But there are darker spirits here.Someone in a mask, an impenetrable slate.Hide the belongings that the thief shall take.The most unexpected person of all,Becomes the suspect in which I saw.A glare of hate, controlling my anger.The stupidity of a person, but not the taker.Nearing the end of my investigation.I voice my opinions; a proclamation:"Within the boy so many befriended,Hides a thief, living undetected."