Sitting here trapped by fear,
You prepare for work and almost shed a tear,
Trapped by finances and responsibility,
You forsake your happiness and pride for stability,
With no exit strategy in sight,
You decide that joy and satisfaction is not your right,
So you stand up and stare in the mirror,
To convince yourself that your family is what this is for,
The you splash some water on your face,
And accept your emotional and spiritual disgrace,
So you open the door with a fake smile,
While secretly waiting to walk that last mile.