We're held Hostage In our own homes In our own minds And then we run Thinking we're free But that's just A dream. A hostage I lost it, And I don't know How to fix it. I just want to Go to Sleep And never wake up.
I wrote a story, for my English class. Didn't think I'd like it. But then I read the last line. Still don't love it. I don't know why. But I'm getting there. Same with this poem. Didn't like it until I wrote the last line.