Caged
My home is not a home it's a cage. I am laying and waiting for people to come in and put the hook in my back and waiting for the attack. Sometimes I think it would be better if I died, there would be nobody standing around waiting to attack with the hook in my back. People put me in a cage with all mrage. I'm making a promise to god I will get out of my cage and stay away from people waiting to attack with there hook coming for my back. That is the cage I am in and one day I will be free
Copyright © Rebecca Green | Year Posted 2014
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