I always feel
Like i'm trap
In my own skin;
In my own flesh;
In my own bones;
I didn't have the
Freedom to do what
I desire;
The only thing I can do
Is to cut myself.
Hoping i'll escape this
Mad reality.
The reality that turn out to
Be my nightmare.
The nightmare that i'm
Trapped to;
No matter how I scream and
Scream;
And run;
Run and run;
No matter how I wish to wake
Up from this nightmare;
I'm still trap.
Trap;
Like a bird itself
In a cage;
Trap; like a wild beast
In its cage.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PoésiePerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
