I sometimes feel that I am placed deep inside this cage.
Outside the world goes on and the winners play a part,
inside the losers cry, inside their broken hearts.
Everyone is different, yet they're still the same,
except upon the playing field where life is the big game.
Sorrow is just a word to some, for they have never known,
what it's like to feel the pain of going on alone.
Alone to face the morning with no one by their side,
Alone to face the evening with nowhere left to hide.
My life is still in fragments as the wind it blows the page,
trapped inside forever, this empty, lonely cage.