I’ve always been inside a hollow cage, trapped between thick bones of rage. If only an ounce of persistence existed within my lawless resistance, maybe then I could be free, not wrapped in the arms of the enemy. More like sheltered in a quilt of fluff or anything worth more than this bluff.
But there’s nothing I can do here
No uno card to draw that’ll dry this tear, there’s only empty spots and overly busy thoughts, till I can see my will, and figure out how not to ****.  The real aspect of my rage is not the one who locked me in this cage, but the one who locked itself in my mind, clouding my judgement and making me go blind.