• I want to cry so bad,
    I will the tears not to come.
    Can't they see, I'm so sad,
    Sometimes, I'd rather be numb.

    But not to feel might be worse,
    Writing, now, is my only escape.
    I get so frustrated I want to curse,
    The taste in my mouth is like a sour grape.

    I tremble and shake,
    The stress is much too great.
    I know for sure I'm about to break,
    Is this to be my fate?

    The tears, they finally come in my rage,
    Why can't they see?
    I'm trapped in a cage,
    This is not where I want to be!