Trapped Soul

I scratch, I claw, I bite, I scream.
The alternate side is vibrantly green.
The darkness cast shadows to reveal the past.
A place where memories tend to clash.
No way to escape, all doors are broken.
I start wondering why I've been chosen.
Miscalculations were made, opportunities died.
I pine to find where I reside.
For what is life, if not hell?
I'm just a trapped soul refusing to sell.