I am trapped.
But there are no bars.
No chains.
No locks.
I am trapped.
I am trapped in my own head.
Trapped in my own head
Unable to get out.
And if I’m honest
I’m not sure
I want to.
Being trapped
In your own head.
Is terrifying, sure.
But so is the
Disappointment.
Rejection and
Resentment
That is my reality.
Being trapped
In my own head
is terrifying
sure.
But I’m my own warden.
I’m the warden.
Of the prison
I’m dying in.
But I’m the warden.
I’m in charge.
I’m in control.
Right?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.