Locked in a prison with no file,
An agoraphobic exile
Misplaced in a world that’s a stage.
I rattle the bars of my cage.
A leper locked away alone,
Becoming feral on my own.
With tears of frustration and rage,
I rattle the bars of my cage.
I write to reclaim sanity,
What’s left of it inside of me.
Words scream silent upon the page.
I rattle the bars of my cage.
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Carrie Mayhem 
I love this. It reminds me of how we sometimes feel trapped by not being able to relate to other people
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Thank you, I’m happy it spoke to you. Stuck inside my house so frequently, I don’t often get to talk to people who can relate to my phobia. Thank you for your comment!
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Anytime, keep up the writing ❤
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Words scream LOUD from this page. Nice work.
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Thank you so much Mike!
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Very moving…
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Thank you, I truly appreciate the visit & the feedback.
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