The Cell

We feel like we have so little

We feel lost, in the dark, and alone

We take pieces of what we think we want things to be

We create a beautiful illusionary puzzle 

It feels so cold to want to walk in anothers shoes

It feels so alone to think we may not have all we need on our own

We let ourselves be abducted and thrown into a damp basement

No water

No food

Just the black

And our own loathing thoughts

We cry and plead and beg our enslavers

 But this only excites and entices

No one can hear us except them

And they don't care

I want his life

I want her face

I want their body

I need to possess that grace

I want his mind

I need her luck

I have to own that

You can't see that you are already so rich