I feel so alone
So lost within myself
I can't break out of this plastic shell
It holds me tightly
Encased with my rage and ineuquity
This cage is my prison
I can't break out
The tension that binds me to myself
The tension that binds me with those I love
I want to be free
Able to think for myself
To be myself
This virus that plagues my mind
It conforms me to the vision of deceit
I lust for retribution
I desire the end
My soul is encaged in my lost cause
It prevents me from freeing myself
This chapter would be over
But the memories keep the pen on the page
The story of my life is being writen
But why won't the writer conclude it?
He gains joy from my screams
My hate and rage write his novel
Anger is his ink
Bitterness is his pen
The words flow like blood
Onto the page of resentment
The stains of anger covering his hands
On he writes the story
The book that is not soon to close
I want to see the closing
The ending of this novel
This tragedy
This waste of ink and paper is my life

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