I am trapped, head to toe, in a world that has no shame,
My body but a vessel, for a mind that has no frame.
I am trapped behind a glass, an animal on display,
The lights shouting aloud above me, searing me with pain.
I am trapped behind a curtain, but the whispers come and go,
Faces that loom above me, like an audience at a show.
I am trapped and squeezed and moulded, tied down and made to sleep,
I am pushed through big black holes, in nothing but my sheets.
I am in the very crutches, of what I thought was hell,
But now I can’t help thinking, what if this is all that’s real?
