I have sold myself To the critical masses. I hate it all As more and more time passes. I gave them my soul For poetic acceptance, I no longer write me Because I write their sentences. I have lost myself To a savage beast. I can’t run fast enough To escape their carnivorous feast. I allowed my life To be cast into a cage, And I can’t control The words on this page. I’ve read this before, Time and again; But I can’t seem to find Where this nightmare ends. They control all my action As I live this intricate lie; I’ve been so caught up That I can’t even cry. They ignore my pleas As I try to run, I can write no more Because my identity is gone.