Caged

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She’s there just behind my eyes

Screaming to be let out

Captive in my mind, desperate

Locked up, caged, angry

Holding onto the hate fed to her for years

Deprived of all that is good

Vengeance seeping, oozing from her pores

Rattling the bars, refusing to be ignored.

In moments of stillness you can hear her

Louder with each passing day

Growing weary of her cage, yearning

You can see her there, just behind my eyes