• I want to travel away.
    And live in the sun's rays.
    I'm trapped.
    Tightly wrapped.

    Flying in the sky.
    In the wind.
    I sigh.
    It's not real, but my mind.

    Anger now comes.
    I can't run!
    Its eating me.
    No more fun.

    Gated.
    Locked up.
    Sealed.
    Let down.

    I wish so much.
    I pray so hard.
    I get no touch.
    I can't guard.

    Planning on dieing.
    Anything to leave.
    I don't like living.
    Constant mischief.

    My mind throbs.
    More pain.
    No help.
    No gain.