the middle of the street

i am trapped
in a prison
of existence.

i was locked
up in here
by a cold man
named Adolf.

he took the key
silver
in tongs
and held it
in a forge
until the metal
melted away.

he laughed at me.

and i'm trapped
in this cell
in the middle of
society
everyone sees me
some dont notice
some slow down
some reach through
the bars
and i shy away
from their touch
all of them 
end up 
walking away.

and i want
it to stop.

i dont long
for the outside
anymore.

i just want
everything
to stop.

and it seems
there is
only one way
but i cant do it
i cant do it

and im stuck
here suffering
until finally
i lose everything.

why does
this feel
okay?