The Prison

Locked inside,

Caged and tied,

Mouth sealed and arms strapped,

What is this life I'm living;

When I can't say,

When I can't act freely.

Behind the bars,

Of normality,

Of average and blandness,

Of dullness and uninteresting,

Of being another soul,

Stuffed into a body.

As I reach out,

For bizarre and outrageous,

For unqiue and interesting,

For my very own soul,

I get beaten and tortured,

Very badly.

I no longer want to escape,

From the prison of being the same,

Like every inmate,

Who's lost their spark,

Who once knew themselves,

But later too tired to notice.

Let me stay away,

From good productivity,

From positive human capital,

From being outstanding,

From being true and;

From being different.