This Prison
I feel like I am trapped.
This hell,
this place of torment,
that never ends.
I fear I will never
get out.
Never get beyond
the grasp of here.
I feel I live in limbo,
existing, but not living.
My decisions are not my own.
My actions are made based on
others.
Yet here I stay,
without having anywhere
else to go.
I do not like anything about this,
I wish I could fight against it,
but what are the consequences?
Where could I go?
How would I live?
I want out of this place so bad,
these walls confine me,
this containment kills me,
I really hate this prison
I am in.
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