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My Prison
There’s nothing I can do,
but suppress my rage,
and doing this so much
makes me feel like I’m in a cage.
Not a cage for the body,
but a cage in my mind,
and because of all this
I may seem unkind.

All of the screaming,
anger and hate
make me feel like
there is no gate;
no gate to my prison,
no way out of this place.
I’m starting to wish someone
would hit me with a mace.

Going on is not easy,
but I will try anyway;
I cannot see the future,
it may be better some day.
so I will escape
from this prison in my mind,
because I do so long
just to be thought kind.