Awaiting the moment

I could say you're selfish
but sometimes you do help people
consider their pains and woes
but never do you see mine.

I am the insignificant shadow
a silhouette with no face, no name
the one you use to vent your anger
to make you big head bigger.

I thought I had overcome this anger,
for a while...then you opened your mouth
and the sickening feeling returned
and my eyes saw red.

I wish that I could do something
but iron fist and steel bars
carnivore infested mote and chains
keep me back from my dream,

From one moment of freedom
one inhale of sweet air
one kiss from the sun
and peaceful night's sleep.

I could call oyu Lucifer
if oyu were a litte less cruel
I could say you are misunderstood
but ten years has shown me not.

I write this now
with lips sewn shut
and you've said it yourself
you don't feel obliged to listen.

Final last words
I hate your very being,
loathe when you come home
and await the moment of freedom.