TITLE: My Prison
My mind is a lockbox, a tiny little prison.
People roam about within, fighting,
Loving, crying, screaming for someone to free them.
No matter how hard I try to leave, I get found again,
made to come back to this tiny little prison.
Sometimes people on the outside help me to escape,
but we all know that it will not last long
Of course, it won't last long,
I mean, that prison is my birthright, one I never asked for
So back again I go, kicking and screaming
Back again, to this tiny little prison
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