Breaking Free

My life is prison with no parole Locked in a box with no lid I used to sit back and take my due Content to live within these four walls Satisfied with my lot in this world Merrily going along my naive and blithe way But somewhere and somehow along my course My ideologies have been forever changed No longer am I happy this way I yearn to break free and live Pounding on the walls I bloody my fists Banging my head on the bars Leaving my gory imprint behind Screaming my frustration at the one Who has held me down with all the lies Fed to me with a gilded spoon caked with hypocrisy  Willing to die for the chance to be released Changing the course of fate with a violent effort Painting my quarters with the rage inside While you look on with disbelief in your eyes Daring you to try and stop this brutal endeavor My eyes lighting with wicked glee while you watch As I vehemently rattle the cage that secures me Laughing as my precious blood spatters your face Relishing the moment when you realize That this is the demon that you have created Through all your deluded ramblings Furiously straining to crash through your barriers Watching you cringe at my inhuman venture Makes me struggle even harder to succeed To make myself become viciously reborn Killing myself with the promise of breaking freeI wrote this one a while back...but sometimes I still feel the rage inside that inspired me to write this piece...like today... Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 10:11 AM PST, Tami Ellis   0 • 10