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by Celera Author IconMail Icon
Rated: · Poetry · Emotional · #1673934
Me, how I feel. Trapped with the things I dispise most.
Hold me down,
Break my wings.
And as I scream,
those demons will sing.
Trap me in
This bird's old cage.
Keep me held
in your hateful rage.
I can no longer fly.
I cannot run away.
So in this confinement,
I must stay.
I can't win my battles.
I can't face my wars.
All I can do
I keep hoping for more.
Selfish, aren't I?
Pathetic, it's true.
It's torturous for me
to keep watching you.
You've burned down your bridges.
In your battles, you can win.
When I can't find my courage,
You could always step in.
Thank you for hope
when I thought I shouldn't try.
I want to be a dim memory.
To wallow away and die.
I can't seem to help you.
It makes me want to give in.
You see, I'm locked up in this place
As I have always been.
I can't ever let you inside;
I don't have the key.
But should you ever find a way,
I hope you rescue me.
As I said, I'm pathetic.
Not a brave bone inside of me.
I can't tell you what this is,
what I am, and what I see.
They messed with me.
They screwed me up.
I'm scared of myself
and that's fucked up.
I don't want to be this way.
Why are they so cruel?
I feel this THING inside of me
and it wants to overrule.
So for now I'm trapped within this place
with this thing inside.
And for now, it has to share
my body and my mind.
Maybe someday,
I can be free.
Or someone will be kind enough
to help or rescue me.


I remain trapped.
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