trapped and a bit confused
I lie awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling
like a helplessly tormented muse
an angel stripped from her wingsall alone I tried to escape
I screamed just to be heard amongst the loud noises
but then I lost all hope from being saved
and was again haunted by the whispering voicesI'm bound by chains
made not of rope nor metal
but of sadness, anguish and pain
some innocuous, others lethal.A slave to my own mind
With no way out of this endless maze
A prisoner to my own design,
isolated. broken. caged.