Deep & confused. Why did I write this?

In the mood for a deep poem? Here you go.

This girl wants out

But something's holding her in

She screams and shouts

But  no where near winning

She's lost and confused

Not knowing where to go

Feels like she's been used

She just goes with the flow

When will this be done?

When will she be okay?

She's about to run

And be gone any day

So, there is another poem I wrote last year. I really don't remember writing this, nor do I remember why I wrote it so depression like. I guess this poem speaks for itself and how I felt. But, i've changed thankfully. I won't update tomorrow, so read this post like it's Sunday.

Adios!