what am I ?

What am I?
I am the creature,
Lying in its own pity
Coated in anger
Living in its last hour.

Sickened,
By the rules of life,
Knowing it will never change.
Wanting to get out,
Be free
And away from,
The demons of order,
And the need to act like this and that.

Freedom calls it
Yet the creature can’t reply,
And has to carry on,
In the shit hole
So called normal life