A Vision of Escaping

Screaming to escape the shelter
I rip at my skin to be released.
I thrash about shaking my head
pulling and pushing at the walls.
I scratch until my hands bleed
And thrash until breathless on the floor.

My cage is a vicious solitary confinement
I have unwillingly endured for 17 years.
I don't even know if the key to this prison
exists in the real world anymore.
I crane my body longing for help,
insurance, faith that I'll escape.

Immortal mental gates I wish to break
trap me with few weak links to pass through.
I've escaped a few precious times only
to be tattered by the lies and trials of time.
What has me in this flesh cruel cage?
Free me; free me and my innocence.