I used to run once,
now I just walk,
I used to care once,
I doubt I ever will.
I used to smile once
I still smile...

Maybe I'm no longer the person you used to know

You'd think I'd have known better
than to listen to people.

But I never said that I knew myself
And my body is a cage
With no way out.

I'd like to leave
Please

Yet my thoughts are restrained
by my skin.

I'm always tearing
and ripping and
scratching at it.

I just keeps growing back.