That place with padded walls a
Was it merely the whims of Fate,
That flew me here on wings of hate?
Or perhaps I went left when I should have gone right.
Maybe I ran when it came time to fight.
That plastic smile and feet of clay
Still gnaw at my insides every day.
"Go back, go back," Screams the voice in my head.
But those thoughts are tethered with ropes of dread.
I say if I could, I'd change not a thing
'Tis the sad song liars like me sing
But I swallow the guilt like a bittersweet pill.
It wasn't my fault, this doubt I must kill.
For I know when I lie in bed, awake
I've heeded the powerful whims of Fate.
"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."