I am trapped.
Locked.
Inside my body,
My mind.
I am not allowed out . . .
I am not allowed out . . .
But you say
I cannot decorate my surroundings.
They think it's.
Wrong.
They say it's.
Crazy.
The water is getting.
Higher.
And I am getting.
Weaker.
I cannot tread.
Forever.
I cannot tread.
Anymore.