Miserably Me

Miserably me
to much at once to see
i will never be free
fear has control of me
s puppet by a string
it controls everything
confining my very being
my soul is left screaming
the walls closing in
not myself in my skin
just a puppet master within
when will my life begin
locked inside myself
searching for those last feelings i felt
if only these bars would melt
maybe i could find myself
im searching for the key
it coulf set me free
the key i do not see
miserably me

im sure we've all felt like that before. when we have days like this we should just remind us that god loves us and that everything will work out in the end

Great poem. It captures the angst of people searching for answers perfectly. Keep in mind, that everything depends on how you view yourself. What you see in the world, you see in yourself.