March 16th, 2004
I am traped
And mind relaped
I'm tired and cold
My life has a fold
I am traped in the center
I have no mentor
The left is my mother
Gone to do and be some other
The right is my father
My extreme bother
Traped with me inside
Is from who I wish to hide
I am traped
My mind relaped
I am tired and cold
And of course, I own the life with a fold