Trapped.

Rise to your feet,

you cannot flee.
Not defeaten,
not having ID.

Not having face,
not having home,
no safe place,
to take off the pace.

Bring me a rose,
bring me another,
it's an endless race
by another mother.

You apply to schools,
you do your chores,
you stare at the stars,
you see your scars,
you really don't care,
because you ain't there.
You seem to be alive,
but you aint living.

You can't call it living,
i just sleep and breathe.
Until i drop dead,
it must be hid.

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Someday, One Day. (Christina Milian):

I'm like an open book just trying to turn the page,
Feels like I'm trapped in a maze trying to find my way.

Take me away, away
So Far away, away.