Locked

Locked inside a box, tied hands, tied feet dont know where to go, that's why you hide behind a sheet. Lost thoughts, lost dreams, you want to shout them out but they dont let you speak. Your feeling like a bird with tied wings and tied beak you want to express yourself, but they don't see that who you are is not who they see. Why can't they respect your identity, your opinion don't mean a thing if they only knew that behind the smile you borrow,lays nothing more than sorrow. Some day the bomb will explode, when you can't nomore. They will look you in the eyes,scrutinize, and realize that you are who you are, not who they thought you were.