Me. [completed]

Century

A fence I cannot climb

Everything is hazy

A barrier of time

Gosh it frustrates me

I want to go through it

Not fall in this pit

For almost a century

It has been dug

I'd rather it be me

With no light

Trapped in this hole

With no sense of sight.

You shouldn't be alone

With no voice

Or no decision of your own

You are worthy

Of more than you know

Entitled to brightness

And freedom of love

I'd rather it be me

To feel that way

And be tucked away

For centuries to come