Frustration

There's no windows in this place for me to show my weary face.Rage I hold within my soul at times I cannot control.What's the point of me being here?When being me is what I fear.Everyday it's all the same trapped again in my own pain.I cry myself to sleep so many secrets I must keep.No one to reach me...nobody cares.Trapped in the middle of a distant stare.I've prayed that I was free of this guilt that's filling me.Everywhere I turn every bridge must burn.There's no windows in this place for me to show my weary face.