By Christina Kornegay
I don't know what choices are.
I don't know what freedom is either.
I am a prisoner trapped in my own skin and filth.
I am a slave who can't get away from what I fear
most…me.
No one can ever help me escape because I am here
forever and ever.
No one can make things change for me, either can
they understand me.
I am stuck.
I am trapped in my own skin and filth.
I am a slave who can't get away from what I fear
most…me.
I don't know what dreams are.
I don't know what hope is either.
I am a prisoner trapped in my dark filthy skin.
No one cares.
No one understands.
I am stuck.
I am a slave who fears life itself.
Who can't take two steps out the door?
I am a slave who can't get away from what I fear
most…me.
Love is something I can't show because I am not
comfortable in my own skin.
The prisoner that is trapped inside feels like death is
only a seconds away.
Just waiting to suck up my sanity that keeps me going
I am the slave.
I am a prisoner who fears what I fear most…me.