Trapped
I am trapped in a world that I created, I cannot get out
It is a dark world broken into many pieces
That is how I feel, Shattered
My body cannot move, I feel lazy or better yet paralyzed
I cannot feel a thing, although my world is built of pain and agony, stress and depression
I am confused; I do not know what I am
However, I am human if that's what you are asking
The real question here is, am I a man?
Nevertheless, it is always more than just one question
Who am I? Have I been living a lie?
If there is one thing I have learned in life is that there will always be unanswered questions
Are you out there?
If you are reading this, I hope it is not too late because I need help
I am trapped in a world that I created, I cannot get out.
Copyright © Lourens K. Samtaka | Year Posted 2018
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