This Insane cage, one in pained rage,
I am plunged in silence, there is no violence,
this is what I'm meant to do, the close the doors away from you,
nothing is in sadness, nothing to this madness,
an act of good or right can never save me from this sight,
another smile in ruin or pain, ignoring that it was in vain,
the water drops like rain, tapping against the glass, just these tiny drops of mass,
who never thinks another thing, who hates the path they have plunged in,
the only thing they seemed to see, is that they stared, they stared at me.
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