Poems of Me

Stockholm Syndrome

29/4/14

Im trapped here in a cold room

And I won't be let out soon

Kidnapped but I can't leave

I want to be let out, please

After a few months

I don't see another's front

I have to get away

I'm going insane

You captured me

Kept me here for a short eternity

Then slowly I became nothing but a shell

A shell of fear that feels so much like hell

I start to feel a different thing for you

Instead of ugly, you're suddenly cute

I can't possibly love you, your cruel ways

But maybe I like the way you're just so crazed

I can hear footsteps now

I can hear shouts and jowls

The running up the stairs

They're coming this way, guns beared

God what's happening, help!

Get me out... Wait... No, don't help!

I love him, get away, please!

I don't wanna leave.