I am trapped in this empty cage, alone,
comforted by my ghostly miseries.
Hateful bars rise invisible until
my thoughts weave between them,
restrictive chains that shackle me tightly.
Anxiety creeps from the cement prison,
and my haunting fears are risen.
I am stumbling through a chaotic crowd,
yet here I struggle, drowning in this isolation.
I speak a word, but each syllable
is lost and contorted in the rising waves.
Still I fight against the tumultuous tides,
hoping the iron will break as it rusts.
But the metal holds strong, and fate is unjust.
I am attacked by praise and congratulation
but my soul is devoid of confetti pride.
My aspirations are bent in the hurricanes
of their words, and everything they
think of me is false. I am surrounded by
friends that swirl like leaves in a gale,
yet no one holds the key to my jail?