A Cage...

[Helga]

When you look at me
you may think I'm free
I'm here to tell you
I'm not.

I may not be locked
in a cage of steel
the cage is in my mind,
it's locked around my soul.
I try so hard to get out,
but the bars around me
get thicker whenever I move.

people say I look good,
I look so shure of myself,
but that´s not true
and nobody knows it but me.

When I look in the mirror
I don't see me,
I see a girl I don't want to be
I see a monster.
I see a girl I don't know,
I see a stranger
wearing my face.

Why can't I brake free?!
why can't I find the key?
I'm hidden underneath
this armour,
I'm lost inside this cage.

I sit here and wait for the bars
to come down.

Alone I sit and wait.

[Koa]

I love the ending... I really can relate to all that, some sentences sounded very familiar... It's not very rhytmical but it feels like some sort of broken whispering... Maybe it's a bit too 'open', in the sense that everything is stated so clearly instead of being hinted with images (it's something I've often felt in my own poetry and personally I would have liked to change), but that is not necessarily a negative aspect.

[Helga]

thanks for your remark Koa, tell me what would you change so it wouldn't be as obvious?