I want to laugh,
I want to cry,
Want to pull my heart out,
And let it fly.
I want to lie,
I want to live,
I want to avenge,
I want to forgive.
I want to eat
to my heart's content,
Want to smell the flower,
Till I know every scent.
But this gilded armor,
is blocking my way
It holds my chest
When I breathe in the day
It stops me from feeling
My baby on my lap.
It blocks me from cozying
when I take a nap.
I'm a prisoner of my own
A prisoner in this shield.
A prisoner of my mind
A prisoner of my field.
And I cannot break this prison
It was made for me
To breakdown every spirit
That could set my heart free
So now I shall die
Between these walls
Once built to protect me from the wound
That might make me fall.
But now I am falling anyways,
Though no sword has touched my skin.
I am dying from my own weapons,
Only choices, no sins.
And no one can set me free
No matter how hard they try.
Because even though I am the prisoner
The guard too, am I.
