I look through this window into the world,
And can’t see through the stains of my mistakes,
Blocking my view from clear thought and reason,
I want to act instinctively, but I’ve never been blind and I can’t move,

Paralyzed by the horrors of my past,
Forcing me into a fetal position of protection from the shadows,
They smother me now as I cry,
The tears filling up my box of stressed screams to find a way out of this
situation,

What have I gotten myself into,
What road did I take, what turn did I make,
To lead me into a puddle of something forsaken,
My reputation is on the line,
And it’s the only thing I have left.

I can feel myself shiver at the words they say,
Backed into this corner, I’m potentially harmful,
To myself and to others.

As I ask myself what I did wrong, epiphany circles above me,
But I can’t reach it.
My cup flowith over as anger and fear grow within,
And become the flames of my escape,
I break Free.

If their not careful, if they don’t watch their own path,
They will become lost in my flames,
The mark they left upon my soul becoming a forgotten scar,
And the burn I left upon them becoming their reason to remember me and not
to play with fire.
 
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