Prisoner

by Pink Romance   Dec 4, 2008


The smallest things
A
Sometimes I feel like
A prisoner, like I am
Limited to space.

On a timed schedule
And can't get out for
Fresh air.

My days consist of
Eating working and
Sleeping.

That's not me,
I love to move around
And see new things.

Why do u belive everything
That is not normal very harmful.?

Can't answer,
Maybe cause your one of
Them.. See how judgement
Works.

You get trapped in your lies.

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