Trapped
How'd I get here?
I'm asking this question as I'm looking in the mirror.
I don't recognize the person staring back at me.
She's dark and she's angry and that's just not me.
The real me is trapped, she's waiting to be set free.
But like a bird in a cage, she waits patiently.
© Cassandra A.D.J
I'm asking this question as I'm looking in the mirror.
I don't recognize the person staring back at me.
She's dark and she's angry and that's just not me.
The real me is trapped, she's waiting to be set free.
But like a bird in a cage, she waits patiently.
© Cassandra A.D.J