I was told this was somewhere safe
Where I'd be protected,
But now I'm scratching at the padded walls,
Begging for an escape
From the asylum of my consciousness.
They said the war was outside,
But here they say it's inside,
And I'm caught in the crossfire,
Captured in between enemy lines,
Tied up, unable to fight.
I was supposed to find safety here,
But now I'm fighting myself,
And I'll never get away from
These padded walls of my consciousness.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
