Last night I was caught in my own daze.
Trapped in a haze.
Something that will be remembered for days.
I think of life.
What does it mean?
For there is no point to my existence.
Well it seems.
I can't remember joy.
I only remember anger.
But why am I this way?
Almost everyday.
The sane writes for the insane.
I always feels the same.
Life as its known will never change.
Forever stuck in this cage.
Trapped on the inside but looking out.
I can only pretend.
I cannot sit and pout.
The world is watching me.
Better put on a happy face for them to see.
And when I'm gone.
I will feel free.
For it will be my hand that frees me.
