Trapped
Dragging on these Dingy bones,
Not much left except a soul.
This soul is locked behind the bars,
Trapped inside a million stars.
Locked behind the freezing glass,
Waiting for this time to pass.
This world will not be what you want,
No matter how you fight or front.
Counting all your open scars,
Looking at you broken arms.
Burning now within the fire,
Everyone calls you a liar.
But you know this isn't true,
Whats a boy or girl to do?
Trying to climb out of here,
Nothings quite as it appears.
Hate and love ,love and hate,
Trying to escape your fate.
Watching as the world has laughed,
Now you feel no more than trapped.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2012
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