Inside These Barrack Walls

Cumbersome, Shut off from the world around you, Trying to escape the deceit. Apathetic, Knowing that you can’t hide from it, Accepting the pain as your own. Ambivalent, Should I create or destroy, Trapped in an endless sea of hypocrisy. Imprisoned, Looking at the walls around you, Trying to pry the cement from your cell bars. Exhaustion, Too broken to get yourself back up, And too jaded to care.