the war inside us

there are wars inside all of us

each diffrent war like an iorn bar

each war locking us up like prisoners on a bus

telling everyone who we are

we confess our wars

we hope someone will help

the war is changing us

makeing us someone else

someone we do not wish to be

it makes life a hell

these people ignight the war

their words like knives cutting deep

when we start to fuss

our lives become bizarre

while others digress

their absense leaves scars 

hideing our blades in our drawers

we will wait to be helped

however noone will be there to listen to our decree

we will sit there in our dry cell

waiting for a chance to be free

one day we will emerge from this shell

we will show them how high we can soar

and their words will be put to sleep