Caged

April 13, 2013

Everyday begins the same way with more rules and fewer ways to say how I feel, what I'm thinking. All because I don't know where I'm going. I'm feeling caged like a dog with a muzzle I'm unable to do or say anything Just doing what I'm told and listening as I get deeper and deeper into my same cages. The same cages that society puts us all in, one without wages.

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sassymamaFeb 27, 2014

<p>I feel that way every day your not alone.</p>

BenjaminKarlApr 14, 2013

All of the stresses that this past year have put on to me by school, college, work, and relationships add up to an overwhelming feeling of entrapment.