I’ve been born on the outside.
Compelled to live within.
My favorite poet said I rather give up than give in.
What message was he sending?
I can’t seem to climb back in.
I place my hands on the screen to get a better vision as if the glass ain’t clear  enough to clarify the image.
People on the television not aware of their influences because their minds are trapped inside a prison.
So I rather die than to give in.
Oh...I totally forgot that there’s no one to listen.