When I'm finally left alone
I take a breath of fresh air
I'm now a free former captive
No longer suffocated by vacuums of walking despair
Cages of barbed wire I'm forced to sit in
While I try to pretend the door is open
The wires dig into my flesh, drag across my skin,
And trap me with their presence
I used to have a lock pick that broke into social norms with laughter
But now I don't know how to stop my ears from bleeding
When I hear people talking it sounds like they're screaming
All life is precious, I know that for a fact
But I guess sacred messages aren't so easy to swallow
I have to wonder
Why did the sweet flavors of the human spirit turn into bitter ego
And when did the windows to these precious souls
Become barred down with expectations
It's hard to tell the difference between what is mine and what is theirs
I seem guarded but my feelings are in a glass display case
I'm angry for you when you sell your own voice for a lie
I go numb inside when I can see the rain run down your windows
It's confusing, not knowing what is theirs and what is mine
So all I can do is let my ears bleed onto this paper and...
Watch the blood dry
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