I feel like I'm trapped inside a box, just waiting for a break to come…I fear if it comes, it comes too late. And honestly, this life makes it hard to breathe. Through my window, moonlight falls, the only thing keeping hope alive.
I don't know how long I've been here. I've long since stopped screaming out for help. I try my best to just keep up with what they put me through. Swift as I am, my feet can fall behind. They say I'm keeping perfect time with my projected schedule.
The sun will rise in 53 minutes. Another tomorrow to try not to die. I'll never be done until they say the day's over. I wish they'd show me my reflection, how much my fate has changed from being here. Even more, I wish they'd let me see them; they're the true enemy.
Today they say I'm training on an edge, to try to avoid stumbling. If I do, I'll have to make it right.
The flame of my rage ignites again today. They say to just enjoy the ride of my power. But they push me till my strength fades away. Looking at myself, I'm broken.
The halls I'm brought through always wind. As I walk in, a page is turned in their notes. More tests, more flame, more pain. Often, I just wish they'd let me die so I don't have to think about tomorrow. But I can't, they control me. So my rage will rise. It won't fade away.