She is trapped in a room
dressed in a masquerade costume
So many people around her and they assume
everything's is fine but they cannot see her gloom
She is trapped in a house
no spouse, no louse, not even a mouse
All alone, so many minutes so many hours
Its now all hers it ceased being ours
She is trapped in a prison
battling within her is the force of reason
To partake or not of the poison
her head pounds, her eyes are crimson
She is trapped in her space
Her past she wishes she could erase
What dream is this she tries to chase
All she longs for is that one embrace
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