Caged...
What am I supposed to do
when all I feel is trapped?
Caged like an animal
on display?
My breathing room is slowly
diminishing, growing smaller
with each breath I take.
Consuming me.
I’m constantly looking around,
at this desolated land,
searching for some glimmer
of hope.
There is no hope,
no joy to be found.
It’s like every time
I turn my back
I’m being judged.
How am I supposed to
know what is a lie,
and what is the truth?
My mind is in a whirlwind.
