Trapped

Shut up, stop it, get out
Stop shouting such lies.
Why now you come about?
Why now, have my wrists in ties?

I can't see your face
Yet your harsh words are too many to list
Your kindness; there is no trace
Your soul: doesn't exist

I beg and plea
For you to stop this anguish
You ignore my voice like its from a flea
You enjoy the pain. You like to punish.

I gasp and pound
Trying to find my exit
From the walls to the ground
There's no way to out wit.

I'm then shaken.
Awaken from my day dream
Freed from my mind,
Myself, that is just so mean

Kimberly Piet © 2008