I need to escape; break away from this hell
My incubus has me under his spell
Enslaved by what’s pure, sophisticated, and refined
How can my life be so intertwined
There has to be more than all that I am
A life of a lady I’m forever condemned
To scream out in frustration, or pain, even pleasure
Is forbidden for someone whose virtue is treasured
I have the desire to be eternally here
I hope that my memory will persevere
Immortality is something that few can obtain
It’s not for the shy timid mentally sane
Will ever I be what I am in my mind?
Will I ever break free of the pure and refined?
I have failed no matter whom I chose to be
So I will sit back and wonder, who is the real me?