My cage

Surrounded by so many, yet so alone
Life of solitude sentenced upon me
Starving for attention
I have no salvation

The clock is ticking, time is passing
But here I am stuck in this cage
Can’t even remember my own age

Frustration killing me from the inside
Eating my soul and leaving a hole
A black hole full of dankness
Consuming everything that I have left

Full of rage I’m right on the edge
About to go on a rampage
All I need is one small change

The clock is ticking, time is passing
But here I am stuck in this cage
Can’t even remember my own age

Unable to go, unable to run
Still stuck in my cage, I`ve learned how to control the rage
And started a new page

You describe your predicament well. I guess we are all in a cage in one way or another. Good to see you've learned how to control the rage.

haha in real life im not that angry but more disappointed in a way
the "rage" just well good in the song ;] .

Birds shouldnot live in cages, neither human beings; the anxiety is obvious; well said, Superdead!

thank you

Superdead: Janis Joplin was also full of rage. I wrote a poem about her. Look under Poetry: Amaryn poetry and pics 2013. Posted today. If you want to, of course.....