Control

Based on how I felt in my second high school. Very closed minded people.

This place is a prison
They get in my head
Control every move
They kill me, I'm dead.
Tell me what to wear, what to eat, how to think
Hell's not this horrible
I'm suddenly on the brink
Of the edge of forever
To be here forever?
The crimson liquid leaks out my eyes
All I hear now is the faint cries
Of the damned and defeated
All that have tried
To be their own person here
Now bound and tied.