I was locked in a cage no help to be found
I sat in a rage and med withdrawls
Help I was supposed to get got turned around
What did they expect was I to crawl

I may be lost but I know where not to go
My rage is a tool that may be used
Feelings aren’t facts or so I’ve been told
Yet still I sit here confused

Feelings from the past twisting falsehood and the present
Feelings of today magnified through a lens
The present seems to fade and...