Restricted Realm

Restricted Realm
 

My tongue is tied
neither my friend not  foe
I'm restrained  to speak
they are twisted and distorted.

Once  I speak copiously and comfort
No cynics found, instead listen,
Consider my complain and mirth
Now the realm mutate by lynx eyes.

I'm the prey under their claws
they reckon me  
try to delusive the society,
where once  I sense  comfort  and safe.

They barren my soul,
even kill my external being,
Thus I'm resisted and spotted
under the wings of hatred.