weak to contend
my heart reeks with squimishness
pushing back feelings of rage
and discontent
its no foolishness
trapped like an angry lion in a cage
bilious in here yearning for a new age
i\'ve commited no crime
yet tormented time after time
i feel mocked persecuted
in the endless tide
always seeming to be
an object of humiliation
meeting only with much strife
id like to end the struggle of my life