Caged.
Trapped within a situation beyond her control.
…or is it?
The thoughts don't leave her alone in the middle of the night.
What if?
If only?
If I could somehow…
Yet day after day,
week after week,
she changes nothing.
And nothing changes.
With only herself to blame
raging, full of ire
she bashes her head against her bars.
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Author:
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It’s difficult to feel stuck and trapped … sometimes we stay in situations even tho we may be able to find a way out .. very confusing , and to feel guilt and self blame is not easy
A good writing )
Sometimes I blame myself for things ,
I think it is always the easiest to blame yourself... it is endless torture and so very confusing.
Thank you!
just remember, if enough people bang their heads against the wall .. the wall will come down ............ well penned my friend ... N
Haha that is a nice way of thinking about it!! Thank you
Oohh, I got a key. I will come and let her out! heehee. Good write D.
Yes, please send the key!
Yes I will. And what Neville said - though it will give her a terrible headache. Doh! lol.
Doh!!!
Not to take the edge off the serious theme completely though! lol.
If it wasn't so serious, I might say 'Oh no, not suicide; it's very bad for me health!' lol.
But it backfired on me, that joke. One replied 'Never mind suicide; your singing's my living death!'
Haha, it's all good. This poem has no connection to suicide actually, well at least not to me!
My singing has a connection to suicide though, in that it makes people feel like......... bit dramatic there, Orchi?! lol
Haha, settle down, mate! LOL
I'm a drama queen - well, drama king!
Sometimes we stay in situations because of our low self worth or confusion or fear .. sometimes we simply think there is no way out ,
That is very true!
Sometimes the system traps us, sometimes we trap ourselves.
Feel like the last two years for the world.
Aint that the truth.
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