Inner Sing

I'm stuck inside,
with no way out.
I'm trapped in the walls,
I created myself.
Nothing is stopping me,
from being who I want to be.
Yet here I am,
someone else, do you see?

I wish someone would take the time,
to find what's inside my mind.
Someone who will see,
everything I want to be.
A person willing to wait until,
I'm ready to move on, and still,
I sit here watching, holding on,
to pictures and people long gone.