#500146 added April 7, 2007 at 2:00am Restrictions: None
Trapped
I yelled and screamed,
I kicked and shoved,
But the door wouldn't open,
To the world above.
The room I had built,
All around myself.
But I need someone to help me,
Get rid of the guilt.
My heart begins to beat,
I hear the sound of feet.
The door opens wide,
And there's my mom standing outside.
She freed me from this room,
This room I had built,
All around myself.
She helped me get rid of the guilt.
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