I cannot move.
Self destruction is so intriguing.
Staring at a blank page,
Head, heart and soul full of rage.
This cage, oh this cage.
Don’t take it personal,
This cage is self imposed.
Of course, I can get out,
Whenever I want, I suppose.
Sometimes I want to blame you all for putting me here,
Idling in pain, year after year.
Fear of the unknown,
Which direction I’ll be blown.
Not knowing where I am from,
places a veil over the sum,
the sum of all my parts.
Who, what, when, where and why?
All confuse the heart.
What inner chambers do I need to take apart?
To understand where I came from,
Is to know where I stand.
To have the strength to move forward,
Is to take a stand.
I want to soar to the moon,
What’s holding me back?
My battle scars.
Those are not self inflicted,
But the imprisonment remains.
Vindictive she is,
These four walls I live.
To break out of this prison,
What I wouldn’t give.
