Sometimes
Sometimes I feel trapped in a little box.
That box is surrounded with mirrors inside.
Sometimes I see a light in one of the corners.
Sometimes I try to open that light more to get out,
I try, and try so hard suddenly it goes off.
Sometimes of trying so hard, I give up, I cry.
The mirrors get colder, as I cry.
When the light disappears and comes back,
I look at my face in the mirror.
Sometimes I hear voices.
Those voices can't hear me,
I try to scream, I hit on the mirrors beside me.
Sometimes I try to do anything to get out, I get sad.
Sometimes, as time passes me by I get older,
I survive without food, and water.
I think I'll never get out of here.
Sometimes, I've wondered has it been forever?
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