Chapter 19 - ThisIsWhy
Submitted January 5, 2009 Updated April 29, 2009 Status Incomplete | I wouldn't call this poetry. More like the mindless ramblings of a confused teenage girl.
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Chapter 19 - ThisIsWhy
Chapter 19 - ThisIsWhy
You are the walls, closing in at a rapid pace.
You are the cloth, that gags me when I try to scream.
Rebellion is not a choice.
Conformity is your only answer.
As my claustrophobia consumes my person, you only mutter,
'What the hell is wrong with you?'
Voices keep screaming 'Confrontation!'
But no peasant can stand up to the king in this puppet-puppet master scenario.
The clock chimes 8,
and God himself has ripped away all sound.
This chamber you have given me, is now a padded cell.
As many times as I hit my head,
sweet concussions will never come.
One day, when I'm long and gone, you will ask yourself 'Why?'
Then you will hear these words.
It was you who drove me out,
daddy dearest.
You are the cloth, that gags me when I try to scream.
Rebellion is not a choice.
Conformity is your only answer.
As my claustrophobia consumes my person, you only mutter,
'What the hell is wrong with you?'
Voices keep screaming 'Confrontation!'
But no peasant can stand up to the king in this puppet-puppet master scenario.
The clock chimes 8,
and God himself has ripped away all sound.
This chamber you have given me, is now a padded cell.
As many times as I hit my head,
sweet concussions will never come.
One day, when I'm long and gone, you will ask yourself 'Why?'
Then you will hear these words.
It was you who drove me out,
daddy dearest.
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