Trapped.

  • NB: Not sure how this will read, I wrote this when I was very sad at 3 am. I could not sleep.

    Here I sit in tears
    Confused and all alone
    In a body thats so strange,
    That does not feel my own.

    To afraid to look in mirrors
    To see pictures of my face
    Hoping one day to wake up different,
    But its disappointment I find each day.

    I wish I could understand
    Why was I born this way?
    All torn up and broken,
    Trapped in a nightmare cage

    I hope one day I find a key
    A much needed way to escape,
    I pray one day to no longer hide
    Or hurt myself in rage.

    Yet as I lay here sadly,
    With my eyes stained with tears
    I know inside the sorrowful truth…
    I am forever stuck this way.


    December 29th, 2010 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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