Warped and Twisted...
 

My eyes are closed and my hands are fisted,
Deep inside I'm warped and twisted.
Noone knows how I really feel,
All my dreams never to reveal.

I'm not special, I'm not gifted,
I'm just me, and I'm warped and twisted.
Noone cares about how I feel,
I've been crushed under another heel.

Call my mind, the number's unlisted,
Lost in someone so warped and twisted,
I've locked my heart with a heavy seal,
My pain and anger forever to conceal.



Comments are welcome...

The first three lines of each stanza are strong, but, as is especially the case in the first stanza, the last line feels contrived, and it breaks the rhythm. I like the ideas though, but what would happen if you expressed yourself more in the last line instead of contriving a rhyme?