Trapped (Routine Life)

My parents bar me from anything I truly want.

I can’t stay on the computer past 10 o’clock.

At school, people get picked on, teachers do nothing,

And many express their hate for anything and everything.

My life is sheltered, and I feel condemned.

Only when away from life do I feel free to be me.

Trapped and caged I'll be if I keep up this routine.

Will this empty life finally cease?

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