Tears fall down my cheeks,
Sobs escape my mouth,
The sun is shining through the window,
But I cannot see it,
For my life is full of hate and disappointment,
The house feels like a jail,
From which I cannot escape.
I try too, constantly,
But I cannot escape, I must not,
But I can't help rebelling against the rules
once in a while.
No one can.
But why is it that we must get into trouble when we do?
Why is it that we must suffer,
When we try to do our best?
Why?
More tears fall as I ponder this,
So many questions asked, but no one's answering, for they
ask me more than I ask them.
They interrogate me,
Try to change me,
as if I'm a convict, a creep.
But I am not. I am a human being.
We all are.
I'm sorry, I can't be perfect.
No one can.
Everyone has their flaws,
Some, more than others.
The light fades, the hate overcomes me.
The darkness prevails, never leaving.
I am trapped.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Trapped (2003)
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