I am trapped.
I have no where to run,
to hide, but I am not alone.
Within these walls,
are dreams, ideas, values and
beliefs.
These things are the reason for my mirth and sanity.
However, among the good,
is the daunting and the enigmatic.
The shattered hopes, ugly memories, doubts and unspoken words.
Better yet silenced phrases.
These are what come about the hour.
Searing everthing they touch.
How has it come to this?
How is it that I lost the battle against myself.
I am trapped in my own mind, locked away by my own self.
