Wandering around this cage. Barely living. Enraged by the lack of caring. Downplayed by my lack of experience. Uninformed and easily replaced. Loyalty isn’t regularly used in the vocabulary. No rolls more smoothly off the tongue.
No peace or silence. Ringing continues in my ears. Never ceasing. Never really listening. Only speaking that morphs into screaming that spins into words of profane context.
Weapons drawn but never used. Refuse to fall into the trap with the others, lost and abused.
My escape will come soon. Not now but don’t blink. While they’re still in this cage. I’ll be walking away. Barely breathing. But still in tact.