No More

Underestimated,
Sorted,
Smirked at.

Kicked around,
No more,
No more will I allow it.

For I have walked the roads of hell,
As a ghost,
And woke,
To see that my life,
Is worse than hell.

I am still here,
Silent,
Unseen,
Yet watched.

Still bound,
In a cage,
Made of my old,
Rusting,
Chains.

I will not be underestimated again,
However,
I will happily watch from the sidelines,
A ghost roaming the endless streets.