Trapped

The curtain closes
And the real show begins,
I no longer have to worry
About the curdled looks of the crowd

Hidden I can stay,
In a cage of my own demise
Happily torturing myself
Until I finally fade to night

I've finally descended to insanity
But that is no surprise
It's the moment I've been waiting for
And then maybe I'll please the crowd

But even in my seclusion
I'm a display for all to see
Just another twisted freak at the circus
That will never please their hungry eyes

How can they be satisfied
With something that is barely alive
I struggle to breathe
But their glares still torture me

I thought I was passed all this
I thought that I'd broken free
But now I see that my cage has gotten smaller,
And I'm still slowly killing me...