A prison you can flee
Isn’t always plain to see
But I could feel the stifling restraint
The crony in her cage
At last released my rage
Pretending to be some unbiased saint
I cursed, she went deadpan
It echoed in her can
And footsteps started scurrying my way
I bolted out the door
Defiance streaming from each pore
Then woke up to begin another day.
Are You Reading Me?
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