Trapped

Trapped...is how I feel
When I have to deal
With what our home has become.
We need to learn how to become one.

Over the years, our world has changed
From the clothes we wear to our own names.
From technology to food
From rules to different moods.

But as more years go by and more time leaves,
I see our world scattered in a weave.
The world I have known has left me behind,
All I have left is the time far from my side.

Bullying and pain
has left me with no name.
They get joy out of the pain of others,
How would you feel if it was you, a sister, or brother?

People are rude.
They push and yell and always intrude.
Others are crude.
They get jokes out of natural occurrences and any mood.

Trapped...is how I feel
When I have to deal
With what our home has become.
We need to learn how to become one.

Trapped...Trapped...Trapped.