Trapped

Now it may seem that sadness is all I am.
But I can promise it is only the penultimate.
There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.
It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,
A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.
To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.
And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"
Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.