Help
A feeling of rage
The need for a cage
A feeling of power
That tastes so sour
This consistent need
To see myself bleed
On the floor
Shut the door
I can't make sense
Of this giant fence
between me
and humanity
Am I crazy
Am I lazy
Am I depressed
Am I stressed
Help me, Hurry!
Before there's a blood fest
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