Trapped

Another old poem I wrote three years ago about a friend of mine who nearly committed suicide.

Trapped

Here I am once again
Same as before now and then
Still trapped inside this fucking nut
I still can't escape myself inside this damn rut
Some think it is redundant
While others just find my existence repugnant
I don't care about my sanity, my world is surrounded by a shadow of a doubt.
Can't anyone see that? I just want out.
People can enjoy their butchery, greed and lies.
They won't know the feeling of hate inside their victims eyes.
While I shall sit in this damn world, still lagging behind.
The world can keep turning and burning as I try to escape my own mind