Trapped in it,
Not finding way out.
I fought for my freedom.
My cries were unheard,
My struggles uncared for,
My anger underestimated,
My energy lost.
I wanted to break free,
But I never could.
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS
PoetryThings that I didn't say, Things that I wanted to. Things that were in my mind, Things that are still. Unpowered. Unsaid. Unvoiced. And unchanged still.
