| TRAPPED |
by DKZ
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| Feeling like a caged bird |
| Trapped in my own inner prison |
| With the threat of the outside world |
And fear continually haunting me
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| I try to be in control |
| An image of confidence is my game |
| I say I can handle it all |
| I often crumble and fall |
Under the weight of the doubts and the pain
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| What do I have to do |
| To break the control of the past |
| Simply to exist in the present |
Without the constant fears that last
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| The world inside and out threats to crush |
| To hurt my existence, my well-being |
| It controls my thoughts and actions |
And prevents me from any real living
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| Their world defies intellect and feelings |
| Imposes constant threats and fears |
| It crushes and controls all my beings |
A safe place doesn't seem to exist anywhere
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| My only crime was being born to the wrong woman |
| Into her viscous world where only silence and lies mattered |
| Either follow her game plan or be discredited away |
Beyond that nothing really seemed to matter anyway
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| The hope and promise of each new day |
| Desperately searched for, but not often perceived |
| The darkness and isolation of the night |
Are often the only things that can be believed
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| Bitterness and resentment at a world |
| Where from birth I was targeted in |
| Anger at the impact of a declared war on my being |
The inability to find peace, never mind win
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| I need to live, not just exist |
| But where do I find the safety I need |
| I need to talk, to hope, to understand |
But lack of trust chokes me like a weed
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| I need to really feel a part |
| To be connected to what I see |
| To stay a part of space and time |
Without retreating somewhere inside of me
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| I need to be able to experience some safety |
| To stay in the world around me |
| Feelings and thoughts from yesterday often intrude |
Confusion and fear become all that I can see
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| I can't seem to consistently stay here |
| Driven elsewhere by bitter cold and constant pain |
| From a world of irrational battles and war |
Living continually upon their razor-filled plain
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| Allies around, yet it seems I'm fighting alone |
| Trying to exist and live in a more peaceful way |
| Looking for a ray of sunshine, of hope |
| A place where screams and tapes inside |
| Don't fill my every night and day |
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