Prisoner

I’m here.
Right here.
Walking alone in this rain.
Alone in this graveyard.
Full of buried hopes and dreams.
Crusty tombstones all around.
I’m like one of the dead.
One of the dead.

And there’s no escape from this empty feeling inside.
I can’t run from it.
It follows me everywhere.
I just can’t escape.
I’m trapped.
Like a prisoner.

People living my life for me.
I hate it.
I want my own life to live.
Let me live it.
Its mine and I want it back.