Trapped

TRAPPED I can’t move on, I am held by your jealousy and by my purse You all fear my happiness, so I am putting it down into verse I know you are trolling me it just your way of keeping control I keep breaking free from you, but still you suffocate my soul You know you cannot keep something; that just is not yours As I’m past trying to even up any of your spite attack scores My greatest weapon is my pen and, my truth pen does not lie It’s saying to let go of me, there has to be a time of goodbye I’m not holding on to anything saying here you can have it all I can have nothing but; as against you all, I shall still walk tall To release me; is actually to release yourself, no chains found As may be what you have found is actually far more profound Indiana Shaw . . . -_-