Yes, that’s the feeling.
So trapped I cannot write,
Cannot live my life.

You tell me.
Or just set me free,
Breaking the hold of the chains.

What caused it, you ask?
I have no idea.
Not even a clue,
But the feeling’s not new.

How long?
I don’t know.
Honestly I couldn’t say,
Couldn’t pin-point the day.

Whose fault is it?
Probably my own.
I’m the only one really to blame,
Since I was the one to play this damned game.