Dissatisfaction boils up in my gut.
Soon it will turn to anger
Which will turn to rage...
I wonder who I'll take it out on.
Surely it will be the wrong one.
But it's the fault of many
Not just one!
Though honestly it is just the fault of one
I feel TRAPPED
A hostage in a cave of my own making.
The only way to escape
Is to make a hostile exit!
But if I shoot the guard,
I will be dead too.
So really there's no point.
Maybe they'll let me out for exercise sometime.
This is prison, isn't it?