Mixed Thoughts

Play Ground (Part Two)

Soon the weather changes 

and the play ground grows cold, losing its colors

and the walls come up, shutting tight like a dungeon door

and you are an inmate in your own prison

Your own mind locking you behind steel bars of memory,

making you forget who you are

Your thoughts and emotions beating you,

laughing at you, running free, wild and free,

Crazy and free, insane and free,

for this is pure insanity

Stoned on the meds reality has shoved down your throat,

and your thoughts and emotions scream crashing into each other,

and you scream,

but you are separate from the outside world so your scream is internal,

no one hears it, no one will hear it for a long long time, if ever

You sink to the floor , wanting to die

A prison so large and inspirational

a prison you are trapped inside

with your memories gawking at you from behind closed doors

and you're alone.

You see your friends and family behind the glass,

unknowing of your fate, afraid of you,

of what you've become,

but they don't know how you're being treated inside the cell

Sadness drains you, for they will never understand,

they haven't lived this way,

haven't seen this pain,

and you cannot be apart of their world, you never can be.

You are alone.