frustration

There's no windows in this place

For me to show my weary face

Rage I hold within my soul

At times, I cannot control

What's the point of me being here?

When being here is what I fear

Every day it's all the same

Trapped again in my own pain

I cry myself to sleep

So many secrets I must keep

No one to reach me, nobody cares

Trapped in the middle of a distant stare

I've prayed that I was free

Of this grief that's filling me

Everywhere I turn

Every bridge must burn

There's no windows in this place

For me to show my weary face