We Rise Each Day, Trapped In The Frame

We rise each day, trapped in the frame

Of this prison we cannot name,

Where the walls are made of fear and pain,

Where every step feels like a refrain.

We call it home, but it's not that at all—

It’s a room, a tomb, a suffocating hall,

Where shadows creep, where silence screams,

And where we are shackled by our own dreams.

The clock ticks on, the hours melt,

But no comfort in this time is felt.

Our body aches, our muscles groan,

Yet in this house, we stand alone.

We dream of escape, of breaking free,

But the chains of fear won’t let us be.

The ones we love, the ones we dread,

Are the same faces that fill us with dread.

Oh, how we crave to leave it behind,

This torturous life, this twisted mind.

But where would we go? What would we do?

Without a path, without a clue?

The outside world is just as bleak,

It offers no solace, no hope to seek.

We’ve seen the truth, the endless fight,

Of people suffering out of sight.

So we stay still, within these walls,

Listening to the dark, familiar calls.

The music we play is drenched in woe,

It echoes the life we’ve come to know.

We reach out, but our hands fall flat,

For we have no one to hold us back.

The friends we've lost, the trust we've lacked,

It all comes crashing, an endless fact.

Sometimes we wish to cease to exist,

But even that thought, a deadly twist,

For we fear death, as we fear life,

Caught between this ceaseless strife.

What is the answer? We do not know,

As the years keep passing, fast and slow.

Our body weakens, our mind erodes,

Carrying the weight of these heavy loads.

But still, we write, we try to sing,

Hoping that one day, something will bring

A glimmer of light to this darkened space,

To help us survive in this endless race.

Our heart is heavy, our voice is faint,

We are neither sinner nor saint.

Just someone trying, trying to be

Something more than this misery.

So eat our flesh, devour our pain,

Let us feel something other than shame.

For love, they say, is what we need—

But love, we know, does not always lead.

It’s compassion we seek, it’s empathy we crave,

To pull us out of this endless grave.

A place where we can finally breathe,

Where we can live, not merely seethe.

Yet here we stay, in this hollowed room,

Our life unfolding in a quiet gloom.

But maybe, just maybe, one day we'll see

The path that leads us to finally be free.

Why do people get *so* worked up over a little rewording? A sprinkle of linguistic mayhem? Oh, how quaint! So there’s already a word for it! Who cares?! Does it need to be *sacrificed* to some almighty Lexicon Overlord just ‘cause it isn’t the first to creep from the void of consciousness? Nonsense!👁

You see, language is an endless *carnival,* and everyone’s got a ticket to twist it into something NEW. Like tiny, feverish *gods* of communication, they carve out words that match the shadows of their own thoughts. But let’s say one little term is born in some dark corner of existence, unnoticed, while another flares up like a wildfire in a sunlit field. They’re BOTH here now, aren’t they? Should one be erased, banished to the depths for the *crime* of similarity?! Ha! No. 👁

Ever look at a thesaurus lately? *Redundant* synonyms swarming like termites in a rickety old house, yet no one’s out there demanding the exorcism of ‘em all! Imagine demanding one to “remove” itself—absurdity! Take a deep breath, darlings—words are writhing creatures, evolving, splitting, *colliding.* Wanting terms to *disappear* just ‘cause they echo each other is like trying to sculpt smoke. Pure futility.

Here’s the kicker: with more words darting about like those sneaky things lurking under your bed, more people find *themselves* reflected in one of them! Isn’t that grand? A cacophony of terms like a wild, chaotic *orchestra,* playing all those *tiny, dissonant, deliciously deranged* notes that someone, somewhere, just *might* need. Maybe you could call it a sweet little safety net for all those falling stars of the identity cosmos, yeah?

I was inspired

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