Frustration
There's no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face.
Rage I hold within my soul
At times I cannot control.
What's the point of me being here?
When being me is what I fear.
Every day it's all the same
Trapped again in my own pain.
I cry myself to sleep
So many secrets I must keep.
No one to reach me...nobody cares.
Trapped in the middle of a distant stare.
I've prayed that I was free
Of this grief that's filling me.
Everywhere I turn
Every bridge must burn.
There's no windows in this place
For me to show my weary face.