I fear I have become a Cage;
Where all I feel is only Rage.
You see, I live inside an empty shell,
where the only sound is my soul's Yell.
Where all laughs have become Cries;
And all the good times I have come to Despise.
I have come to hate the suns blinding rays,
For it means I must endure yet another day.
But I do not need, nor want your pity.
For  who would I be?
*If I were free?