You force me to live in silence. To conceal what I feel was actually real while I live in your presence. Locked away in darkness while I live with this, this pain that was put on me when you let me take the blame for something you did in vain. Try to punish me like they did you. You want to make me suffer the same thing you went through. Pound me deeper into the ground. How profound do you have to be? What satisfaction do you get from that agonizing sound? Why repeat what they did to you to me? How happy were you when you broke free? Just let me be me, set me free. You've become just as bad as them. I'm reliving your pain again. But in the end, you'll be just like them: forgotten.
