Me The Prisoner

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I'm in a cage... I'm burning, dying slowly... On the inside, in my innermost soul. Inside I feel only pain and loneliness... Despairing the time with others... They who hold me captive by their expectations of what I should do, who I should be, how I should act, why I should live... They who think they know me...don't. I thought they were my expectations for myself, but they're not. They built a prison... I believed I was free... I'm only the prisoner. Happiness is rare for me... They who are my other inmates... Know the true me. It's sad to say... I'm in my cage, dying slowly.

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