11/05/2006

There’s nothing I can do,

but suppress my rage,

and doing this so much

makes me feel like I’m in a cage.

Not a cage for the body,

but a cage in my mind,

and because of all this

I may seem unkind.

All of the screaming,

anger and hate

make me feel like

there is no gate;

 no gate to my prison,

no way out of this place.

I’m starting to wish someone

would hit me with a mace.

Going on is not easy,

but I will try anyway;

I cannot see the future,

it may be better some day.

so I will escape

from this prison in my mind,

because I do so long

just to be thought kind.