This Is Me

Trapped in the horrors, This is me.

Watch as my tears flow from my eyes,

And my body produces its eternal cries,

Of a soundless, eerie lullabies,

Of a woeful creature begging to die.

When, I ask, when can you see,

That these endless tears will cease to be,

When do you think, I'll be set free?

From this prison I don't know, yet for now, This is me.