I've been crated up to long.
Let me out.
I must break free
of this confinement you have placed
upon me.
I'm perfectly alright,
let me go live my life,
I want to go see other people.
I think if I'm in here,
one instance longer
I might break through the spell I was under.
I'll sit in self inflicted pity.
and self inflict wounds.
Let me out.
Let me be.
Must get away,
Why cant you see.
That this confinement.
Is slowly killing me.
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(this is my story explaining this poem, in a poem like way) ha ha (I was sick)
My parents wont
let me out
of this house
that is so dull,
I feel just fine,
This pain of mine
is inside my head,
no outside contact,
its making me brain dead.
now I have to spend my
weekend,
just the same,
as the past four days,
and three nights,
Getting babied,
and felling dead.
