Came into my life you stealthily, quietly;

Captured me and my very existence silently.

I perhaps wasn't up to your standard; why did you then trespass ?

and may I know, with whose permission, did you walk pass ?

Now closed have the doors and I cannot let you out.

Yet, it's I, who is restless n suffers, who struggles like a trout.

Often with this struggle, tears pour down from my eyes.

How long will this struggle, this fight last, don't know this I;

Armin Dutia Motashaw.