Derailed

             
Every sound like mimics
Every vibe negative
Every human like hunters
Who only wants to see the inside?
Not a guess but how I feel
     Derailed
Am trapped in this box
So fragile but can’t be broken
With limited air but there a hole passage
Hoping to get out
But knowing how
         Derailed
Pained, disturbed, angered
But still making carefree
Every eyes like rude stares
Every whisper like gossips

WRITTEN BY : Ebuta marvellous.          PROF READ : Augustine Patrick.         EDITED BY: prudence.                   PUBLISHED BY: Ukam Dennis