Prisoner


Trapped deep inside myself, I slowly start to die
The True Me is silently screaming and kicking to get out.
Not wanting to offend any outsiders who
Could just never understand.

It's not that I don't want to be me, but being
Judged by cruel eyes that always seem to stare.
Suppressing a Rage that just always seems to be there
Tucking it down deep into my corrupted Soul.

I am like so many who walk our Mortal realm each day
Just trying to be accepted for the Real Me.
I have become a Prisoner of my own Fears
Well greased and well geared....shedding my own sorrowful tears.

Maybe someday the Real Me will finally break out
Letting everybody know with a Victorious shout.
As my Soul slowly fades away
Then I become an Accepted One of the human race.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem