Scream

Trapped in the entangled web of my own soul
The binds twisting, chocking, needing, seething
Peeling skin, revealing one's truth
A past that was once concealed
Never sleeping, never breathing
No time to keep up
Be an individual
Conform to those around you
Confused, wondering mindlessly in a foreign land
Take some time to see, feel the cold security that they bring
What really matters?
Corn silk snakes in tendrils down slender figures
Ocean blue orbs leading to an empty soul
Unable to think on my own
It's too late
To run to the door, to ask for more
It's easy to scream when you're dreaming
What about when it's life?
What have I turned into?
A jealous angel, controlled by society
Never good enough for the next level