sometimes i feel like the air around me

just thickens then dies

leaving me breathless alone

and scared for my life

but then i close my eyes

hold my breath, count to ten

just for all of it to start all over again

they say its madness and that i'm going insane

maybe their right but why should i

join in on their silly little games

i don't need their judgement

their hate their wicked ways

i'll stay here traped like a little bird

in my cage

waisting away with each painful breath

i'll just stay comatose and wait

happily for death