Frustration


There's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face
Rage I hold within my soul
at times I cannot control
What's the point of me being here?
When being me is what I fear
Every day it's all the same
trapped again in my own pain
I cry myself to sleep
so many secrets I must keep
No one to reach menobody cares
Trapped in the middle of a distant stare
I've prayed that I was free
of this grief that's filling me
Everywhere I turn
every bridge must burn
There's no windows in this place
for me to show my weary face







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