I feel locked inside this trap, br I can’t breathe or move. br I don’t understand them, br They don’t understand me. br They don’t want me here br and I don’t want to be. br I miss my independence, br my wings and my dreams. br I miss the person I used to be, br I miss being able to just, be me. br I hate this mask of strength br and defeat I walk around with br each day. br I hate the people who try to drag me br down and misunderstand my morals br and gentle spirit. br I’d help them see but they don’t want br to hear it or believe it. br My dreams are like a broken mirror, br easy to see, but forever lost. br I can’t seem to wake up out of br this coma I’ve been in the past while. br All I do is cry and yell, br it seems impossible to smile. br I won’t lie to you, I’m not happy, br you’ve clipped my wings and br grounded me here, I feel br silent and bound. br To me this world is Hell, br so instead of facing the world br I stay locked away inside of what br seems to be a cell.