Caged

There's no coming back
from the things
that I've done,
few think I'm an angel,
I tell them my demons
have won;
they pray for my light,
yet, I've been denied
the sun.

Memories like make-up
running
in the rain,
paint my face
like a model;
ficticious.

Left vicious,
please,
show me another way,
free me,
all I feel is rage.