After a day of rebelling,
you swarm there like bees,
to surround yourself with people,
who judge with ease,
...
Imprisonment
After a day of rebelling,
you swarm there like bees,
to surround yourself with people,
who judge with ease,
writing on cracked walls,
waiting for the familiar tone,
of a so called 'friend',
to come around.
Trapped in this cage,
of loneliness and doubt,
will anyone hear,
If you scream, if you shout?
Wasting your time away,
now a common trend,
social networking,
Is this the end?