Unknown, lost in a world that I can't
understand.
Like a life long inmate, trapped
in a prison van.
The real me, my soul is trapped in
my body like a bad song stuck in your
head.
Seldomly, I invision myself better off if I were
jumped and left for dead.
Can't tell whether I'm coming or going
Knowing part of me is missing.
Tryin' to get back on good terms with
GOD, but he does'nt seem to be
listening.
Trapped behind an invisible door, no possible way
out. Wanting and needing my blessings to flood
but instead my blessings are in drought.
So discombobulated, want to talk with family
but it's like they don't even know
who I am.They treat me like a child and
refuse to see that I am a man.
I know they want what's best for me and I
appreciate that but when I try to get a
few things my way I get fussed at and called a 'brat.'
I want better for myself. I want to
look in someone's face and
honestly say 'everything's fine.'
It's like I'm walking on
cloud 7, But I'm seeing cloud 9.
So if there's anybody out there that feels me,
that knows what I'm going through.
If you think that you're in the boat alone, trust me
I'm right there with you.
Jamal Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-89/
