the constraining frame

I’m dying I’m dying

I feel my soul crying

Twisting with in me

Writhing to be free

Still I die, slowly suffocating

The sea of society, oh infuriating

Forcing me to hid myself

Tucked in a corner on the back shelf

Smiling and suppressing

It is quite depressing

 

I’m dying I’m dying

My heart desires flying

I’m stuck to the ground

When they come around

No more heroic deeds

Only the simple needs

Dragging me back to mud pit

Sometimes I just can’t take it

Standards set with mindless thought

I’m free adrift in other lands, a lass not

Here I stay taking up space

This is not my place

 

Here I am as I am where I belong

When the borders of reality are gone

 

Reviews

[frnd]

Sometimes you can only find yourself when you forget everything that people say matters. This puts you out of their realm so they naturally assume that you are weird, different. They smile when you are fitting in, even when it suppress the essence you are made of.