I am a women behind locked bars.
Trying to escape the path set for me.
The verdict has me in for lie.
I want to scream and shout,
no one hears me.
No one knows who I am.
It's scary to show my true colors.
Staying behind these barriers will be best for me,
or so i thought.
No one understands me,
why I cry at night,
why I'm so stressed.
If I show my true colors, will they still accept me?
Will they still love me?
Or will their society washed minds distance themselves from me.
I just want to be me.
But if I dare speak,
I risk my home,
So I hide behind the bars that are set for me.
Scared I sit quietly wondering
'how long can I live like this,'
while keeping a permanent smile on my face.