Life Is A Prison

Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.

Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.

Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.

Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.

Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.

Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.

Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.

Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.

Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.

So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?

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1. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   This is fabulous... I know these emotions, and know how difficult it is. Difficult in many ways, especially in opening the blinds~ to see the lives of others go on so joyfully, while you sit back and want to spit in the face of "HOPE". Great job V.R., ~PEACE OUT

2. Orpheus . says:

   This is an interesting rage against conformity. Wariness of revealing the self haunts the speaker. It is almost as if the duality of a true self and a projected self conflict on the sacred ground of being. Erica Aiden wrote a nice peace about masks. The mounting frustration of the speaker leaves me with a sense of impending doom, the day when unleashed rage consumes everything around it but destroys most of what was containing it.