Treasure Island

Charity Buckley

(April 20th 1987 / Orangeville)

Frustrated


Like a lonley animal
Trapped in a cage
Full of confusion
Frustrated with rage

Questions always asked
Always have to explain
You don't understand
Frustrated with pain

No feelings to share
Hidden from a friend
Gets so frustrating
Want it to end

Wish you would know
Get to really know me
A social Butterfly
Is all i know how to be

Getting so angry
It's an on going game
Getting so frustrated
Carrying this shame

I want to be let out
I want to be free
Frustrating fights
I just want to be me!

Like a lonley animal
Trapped in a cage
Hoping to herself
This is just a hopeless stage.

Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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