ALCATRAZ isn't a prison,
It's my mind.
Most thoughts in my head
Aren't as kind.
The Monster in me
Is my deepest fear.
I'm at the Edge
But not so near.
I'm trapped in my head
Lying in bed.
Under my covers
I see bright red.
My thoughts aren't pretty nor are they nice,
Just quietly wait and silently listen.
I can't run or hide
Because my mind is my PRISON.
A/N: You probably know that there was and/or is a prison named Alcatraz so this was a bit of that. What I'm trying to say in this poem is that I always get stuck in my head full of thoughts which can be very dark and this crowds my vision. And sometimes no matter how hard I fight, these thoughts haunt me and drag me down into the darkness with them. I compare my mind with Alcatraz because that is what my mind feels like sometimes, a prison which I will never be able to leave because it is part of me. A dangerous, dark prison of mine. This was CA11, peace out! ✌
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