A heavy burden of pent up anger and rage has me riding along this edge. An edge of fury and haste, as the tiger in a cage. All my time surpassed, mingled and intertwined with the hopes of release, left and long since passed
My utter persistence to break these bars and strip these chains met so violently, fuels my disdain for a life so soaked in this conformity and sustain.
My hear in pain, cries in roars,
" I cannot be tame! "
Enraged, my sight is red as I pace this cruel stage. The stage I've felt, be my final place? No, not this. I tense, stare and pace.
Lashing out at bars, unbent. Pondering what this cruelty ... was it meant? Am I to become conformity thus?
Then lay me down
End me
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