Trapped,
In a sea of anger and enraging frustration,
Of acknowledgment in my incaptured nation of hell,
They can never be wrong with the sun is ablaze,
Nor should they be wrong when they’re full of haze,
And fire to remind me once more of the captured soul I am,
Trapped,
In this hell of should I stay or go,
Knowing that going isn’t an option anymore for me,
But the longing to go is a way of reminder,
That being set on fire and left to die,
Isn’t an option of use to be free…
Trapped,
Because this is what you want of life,
For me to use a knife in the dull side of my mind,
And to confine the words I get to breath,
But words aren’t able to be held like me,
In the cell of limited happiness and beauty,
No, trapped,
The words cannot be.