The Dream

A young boy trapped in a cage
Given a number instead of a name
His life disturbed, never the same
Bottled inside was the silent rage
Contained from the youngest age
Eyes glowing a dark red
He tore apart the metal bars
Screamed things that were never said
And opened the lost scars
The quiet boy gone violent
His anger no longer silent

Then the dream faded
All thoughts further eradicated
Then it all came to me
That boy that was in my dreams
Was me, holding my hate for no one to see
Thoughts collected
Troubles no longer neglected
To find out that out now
Has even broken my most scared vows