Mental prison

Night

Now I lay my head to sleep.
Here comes depression on one side of me and anxiety on the other.
Here comes my past life coming to haunt me in my dreams once again.
I just want to move on and forget all about it.
Here comes anger I just want to scream, I hate myself for what I become.
I want out.
I want to smile and be happy.
They won't let me.
I'm tired of wearing a mask.
I have forgiven myself over and over it just doesn't seem to work.
I have accepted of who I am.
But do over people accept me?
Am I'm to focused on pleasing everyone else?
Am I'm over Analyzing everything I do that I'm destroying myself?
This life got to deep for me.
Reality is not my mood.
I live in my head because that's my happy place.
I mean, who doesn't though.
This is a cruel and unfair world we live in.
Well...I shouldn't say the world because the world is a beautiful place.
It's the people on this earth.
Reality is not my mood.
I will live in my head forever.
Until I am fully healed and ready to face the world I will live in my head.