Four Walls

My freedom is subjugated to your stagnate walls.
My mind has zero structures; inside I fall.
You fiend, you ogre, my master, my nave.
My life is given unwillingly and ordered to behave.
My heart gives disdain and my mouth spews praise.
Nothing is real except the pain in the maze.
Into the shadows from the night,
I emerge Fragile, pale, and slight.
My ego is empty and my heart is cold.
Frigidity and Callousness, my statement is bold!
Living in sorrow and basking in pain.
Life seems normal, if not insane.
Memories are forgotten and the nightmares begin.
My heart is encased in stone and tin.
My freedom is subjugated to your stagnate walls.
My mind has zero structures inside; I fall.
You fiend, you ogre, my master, my nave.
My life is given unwillingly and ordered to behave.

by Shala Drake

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