Escape

This feeling arises once again of discontentedness
Could it be a distortion of the self-image I have created?
Or the longing of an elders touch
So unaware I have become of the beauty in reality
Is it I or the altering of my surroundings
So easily I slip into a box afraid of being stabbed or tempted to take
another
I restrain myself from feeling and it arises more immense
It, yes, is the life of my computer, surrounded by a radiant
glaze
I tell you quite abruptly a lie and you believe
It is only the longing to escape you and the non-reality you
represent
I know my mind is ringing in worry and in rage
I know that I'm refraining from the first and second page
I know that I am sinking to depths beyond my grave
I feel my heart is bleeding, release me from this cage