Insomnia Rage

This little box I’m locked inside
is getting too small for my size.
My legs are cramping,
my back in pain,
the air is stuffy,
I’m filling up with rage.

You’ve deprived me of my nights sleep
‘cause you’re reasons are petty and talk is cheap.
my head is sore,
my minds unsettle,
my thoughts on a dash,
I want to be free of this struggle.

So I creek and cringe for oil I want
instead my rusty parts are dumped.
I forgot to cry,
my thoughts have spilled
my fists are hurt,
I guess it’s time to rebel.