My heart is a cage
That is filled with rage.
Others think I live my life in hate.

I care so much
Of what others think of me
I feel as though
I am self-contained.

Others view me as an idiot,
They know not
What lies within.
They do not care,
Not one bit,
How others feel within themselves.

Love was meant to be
For every soul here,
Yet others so selfish,
They take love from thee.
Now all that is left of me,
Is a hard, metallic shell.
No-one dares peek at me,
For fear of what they’ll see.

I dare not
Come out from my shell
For I fear
What I shall feel.

The feeling of hate
Seems just like a crate,
Inside it traps
Any who, in their heart
Feel pain,
And always there
They shall remain.

Remaining there,
They shall feel
All the pain
Of their past.

Only then,
Will they realize
All the pain
They’ve inflicted.

Now through their eyes,
They shall feel how I feel.
And in the end,
They shall change their ways.

So no more
Will I be put in a cage
That has been filled with rage.
No more will others think
That I live in hate.

I shall worry no more
Of what others think of me,
No more will I feel
Self-contained

Others will no longer say
That I am an idiot
Because they’ve seen
What is lying within.

They now care
Much much more
How others feel within themselves.

Love is still meant to be
For every soul here,
No longer will selfish ones
Choose to take
All the love from thee.

Now there is much more of me
For everyone to see
That I am no longer in my shell.
So afraid of me,
They shall not be.

I escape my shell at last
Without fear of what I’ll feel,
For the feeling of hate
No longer exists.