Standing in a small, dark and space less room,
I've been here all my life with no way out,
My only friend being an old dusty broom,
I just like to sit here all day and pout.
I was told that life was meant to be fun,
That it was for all of the worthy souls,
I have never seen the light of the sun,
I'm starting to lose all types of control.
I'm starting to question reality,
I no longer know what is right or wrong,
I am in the brink of insanity,
I understand now that I don't belong.
All I want is to escape this nightmare,
But the thought of me leaving seems unfair.
