I can look outside and see the people having fun.

But I'm stuck in Alcatraz with no one.

And this shit's no fun.

I'm stuck in prison.

Hardly living.

I am the walking dead.

I'm stuck inside my head.

With no thoughts at all.

I am one fucking centimeter tall.

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As you have talent, it's clear that you have strong sense to choose the way you can write.
just hide your anger, and keep this work up