Rage (Boundaries #3)
I rage, pound, try to flee,
Try to get away from the own jail I created.
It's more trouble than it's worth.
I fear there is no point.
The gates still hold, the wall still stands,
And I am still here, all alone,
Raging inside my own mind like
A prisoned in solitary confinement.
How can a person live this way?
How can I subject myself to this?
Why did I lock myself away?
What brought my pain to this level?
Everyone is gone, and I am left here
To consider it all in silence,
Reliving history and thinking over every moment
Of my life that once was cheerful and happy.