Behind the dirty pane I watch,
Waving occasionally as Life passes by,
Through glassy eyes I stare,
Zoning from a world of Discontent.
Behind filthy windows I gaze,
Wishing for the Doors to open,
Across the barren grasslands,
Waiting for water from the other side.
Behind the flashes of color,
Hoping for minutes of Monochrome,
Inside the bleak sound-proofed room,
Subconsciously screaming for attention.
With every fake smile,
And every heartless joke,
Something inside dies.
As lies topple on eachother,
Fragments scar forever,
Something within me dies.
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blah. feeling shitty.
Written July 12th, 2006
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I know exactly how you feel. I experience this often myself. I think you described the feeling of entrapment very well in this poem. I could definitely see things from your perspective; the world around you, and the feelings it causes. Great piece of work.
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