Untitled 20-4-05

Nothing to do in this dull place
Seeing the same expression on every face
The conformity stifling my soul
I struggle but I can't regain control
Where's my saving grace
My protective guardian angel
Who will save me?

The same thoughts permeate my mind
There's no escape that I can find
The harsh reality that follows me around
I scream but no one hears a sound
Where's my grim reaper
My dark angel of mercy
Who will set me free?

- 20/April/2005


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Sounds like something I would have written in school, heh.
Also, there's a bit of rhyming in this one unlike all of the poems that come both before and after it.