Poetic Musings: Prisoner
We’re sorry for the confusion
Sorry for the pain
Maybe we could clear things up if you came in?
We’re effectively creating a whole-hearted hell for you
It took so much effort, so please step in
We’ve got problems on the inside
Not everything is right
But we give off a good impression
We’re kind, honest and sincere, you can trust us
.
Creators of the lost, hurt and lonely
Are inside that room
But instead of being let out, I’m being driven into it
.
It gives off the distinct impression of something that is kind, friendly
But on closer examination it’s rather melancholy
Distasteful, that would be the word… The old memories are hung on the walls in a straight perfection
The flowers in the vase stand up in a perfect, never ending bloom
It should be an image one desires to see
Every day they speak to me, and I try to speak to others
But nobody hears your scream in the suppressing boredom, the garden variety hell
Try living a day in here, where you are systematically shoved out, pulled in, expected to stay sane
With the monsters and demons, death’s accompaniments
And are tempted towards the brink, seeing others living the life you have dreamed of
I do not hold high expectations, except for a normality, a peace
Get me away from those placid metal lines that hold me back…
The sentence is harsh, cruel
And I believe I am undeserving of it
.
We’re only here to help
Even if it is distorting minds
We put on such a show every day, to make our lives inviting
So come in here, stay away from those people
Face our ignorance instead, our malnourishment
It will hurt you more
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My, what big lies you have.
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All the better to imprison you with.
x Gezza
