This is a poem about how my *cough* father is treating me at this moment. He's such a fucking bastard...

My Gilded Cage

Lock me up,

Throw away the key,

Slap me on the head,

For just being me.

Holding me captive,

Not letting me sleep,

Loathing all I am,

For these thoughts I keep.

When you check up on me,

I try to hide my rage,

But I really want to scream,

And break from this gilded cage.

I hope you die,

I hope you rot,

If you haven't figured it out,

I hate you a lot.

Trying to stay awake,

To avoid your screams,

Attempting to stay away,

From my world of dreams.

I want to escape,

My gilded cage,

But alas I cannot,

So I am stuck with my rage.

If you don't know what my *cough* father is doing to me it's this: He's locked me up in a room and won't let me sleep. So much for a loving family... Luckily there's a computer in the room. In can channel my hate. Please review and say my dad is an asshole. There more reviews the better.