To be free

I fight silently leaving violence upon
The page, but I tight lipped, I hate
What this life demands of me, what
Kind of man am I, to live this life
For them? I shouldn't be here, my fist
Beat this beat of frustrated pain into
My walls leaving blood like signs of
Sin for them to see, but still their
Eyes are dragging me, pulling me towards
These scenes of mediocrity, I screamed
Into my sheets, it's vulgar, my face
Haggard, my skin pulled tight, I'm being
Pulled apart by these thoughts I keep
Restrained, my demons kept back by steel
Chains, and what am I winning in this
Struggle, what gains are due my pain?
Will you keep me from hell? I wish
I'd asked, but my eyes are telling, but
No one's listening, so like the piper
I whistle madness, and weep these tears
Of anger, and sing into my mind, I need,
I need to be free.