My flesh surrounds me like a cage
Everything and anything is trapped inside
A shell of who I am is reflected, ignoring my screams inside, scarring my neck
Who I want to be roughly subdued by the suffering of others, my love forgotten
At a crossroads, I have to choose between freedom and the people of birth
At a crossroads, I have to choose a exotic new life, or the safety of home
Either way, the cage holds me tight
Years of struggle have barely weakened, its iron grip on my actions
The bright colors of others tortures me, knowing myself that I will never have freedom
By past has already chosen my destiny, only grit can change it
Learning how to escape, one by one, avoiding the glances of the guards, and picking the locks is the only way out
But, for now, I haven't learned
All I can do now is pile grains of sand
All I can do now is feel trapped against the flesh of someone else's skin
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