Can you see me?

I try to flee but it's holding me                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Its molding me 

Is this real? I can’t feel

My life is not ideal

It thinks my life is like steel

Wound and bound and already found

But somehow I feel like i'm not even on the ground

I’m trying to come around 

But, I can’t see the ground

I can’t come out, I can’t get out

I’ve tried to shout but this is like a drought