Trapt by myself

During certain phases of our lives we envelop many things that we try our best to reject, but the madness never fades away

Still are the early morning waters calm, peaceful and at a normal rate. Softly. Soon there comes a gentle breeze making the sheer frequency and the tone escalate. I think I'm going mad why must the caged song grow so fast and how do I stop it. Clearly I am mad stringent to the ways of this accursed object others no longer comprehend. The bone shaking clanging I hear constantly. Shaking and banging on its cage trying to tear and claw its way out into the world. Grasping my self trying to hold it back as long as I had the will. What is going on? Who or what made me into this schizophrenic conundrum between my own body. People say that I am mad, they say it cant be tamed. I'm here to tell you the madness never truly leaves, never truly stops cascading over you. Forcing everyone around you to realize what you have become. The caged bird never stops to sing only to cast the stone at the edges