Glass Cage

By LeadenPen
Fri, 15 May 2015
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In my glass cage
it will be a cold day in hell
that I escape
a bead of sweat drips down my face
the toxic smell of grease paint
fills my torchured lungs
my hair has been in a stiff bun
my whole damn life
it husts to leave it up
and to take it down
everyday I watch people come
I watch people go
gawking at me
their beady eyes
searching for a flaw
to crack my fisad
I want ot burrow into uncconsciousness
let my body walk as an empty shell
halfway there
I want liberation
to walk without pain
without a ruler taped to my back
my cage is more than a cage
it is the source
of my regrets
my losses
my pains
I need to crack it open
help
me
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