in a dim dark rectangular room,
there trapped my very soul
alone I sit doing what I must
to live, to learn, to fight.

expectations thickens the clogged air
tightening around my chest
it's hard to breath, it's hard to think
it's hard to know what is for best

mindless like a machine
I repeat the same old formula
to sleep, to wake, to work, to eat
on and on, to repeat.

but as I learn to go outside,
to push those limiting walls,
I learn the harsh truth, my own lack of worth.
and the walls tighten instead.

the more despair binds me the harder I work,
yet through this I realise my faults and uselessness
in retaliation I work even harder to fight against the crushing walls,
until I'm squished by those them, myself.