I'm feeling trapped in a cage,
Where every bar is another expectation,
That's been stacked up against me.
The cold, black metal glares unsympathetically into my eyes,
And I just sit there waiting,
Always watching in the hopes that something will happen.
But what?
What am I waiting for?
Someone to break it open?
Someone to let me out of here?
Or is it that I have had the key all along,
And I've been too afraid to look at it?

I think sometimes the thing we fear most is the only thing that will set us free.

And before anyone freaks out, this one was not about him. Not at all.

I'm just afraid to tell people what I really think, what I really feel. So I let them dictate how things work out between us. And now I feel stuck in some situations I can't get out of. It's funny though. I've always prided myself on being able to say what was on my mind...but I don't know, things have changed. Maybe I care about people more, and I don't want to hurt anyone.

Bottom line: I'm a fucking wimp.