I am a invalid trapped in this interior.
You ask WHY? As you look at my shell.
You can't wrap your head around how I was
stolen borrowed and bought.
It's hard to break free the corners of my mind.
That's where you will find me.
Cleaning the clutter left behind.
It's difficult to move forward when two angles meet.
See I start at the top but, I just can't feel my feet.