Feeling caged, Battered and bruised. Self inflicted wounds. Pride so strong, A prison it has created. The jailer is me. The prison is me. The offender is me, Self inflicted wounds. Help is near if only I could ask, Pride says NO as that is not your task. Wounds will heal and bars will fall once pride and ego stumble or fall. Arise once again forward as one, Bruises and bars shall be none.