suburbia

This suburban prison,
I turned my self in,
Don’t know why I did it,
Or what I hoped to win.

Some days I am elated,
Blessed by my fate,
Yet some days I am screaming
Silently and scheming

I plan out my great escape
To let my free spirit take shape
And then my heart strings catch
And I have met my match

This is just a game
And I am the one to blame
The eternal internal battle
Beats only to the shake of his rattle.

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