Corners
The bell rings, players to your
corner.
The corners, safety zones of the game.
I sit in here in my little corner,
Where everything is always the same.
My corner, my haven from the world,
Where no one knows where to find me.
Here in my corner is my own world,
That no one can ever, ever see.
But now I am trapped in a corner,
Of another person's making;
Cowering in this strange new corner,
Sitting, hiding, crying and shaking.
Now, in the corner I'm backed into,
I rage against the ties that bind.
I strike out, but try not to hurt you,
But that's not what I see in my mind.
I flee back into my own corner,
Attempting to shut the world out;
But now, you find my little corner,
And I am the one that is forced out.
Fleeing the world of corners and chains,
Stepping away from the dark night;
Though I never meant to cause you pains,
But I can not win a losing fight.
I'll just disappear into the night,
To a corner you'll never see;
Try to find it, and try you just might,
But you will never, ever find me.
