I feel like a prisoner
Trapped in my own mind
Banging on the door
Yelling and crying
\"please, let me out!!\"
\"I\'ll do anything.\"
So I behave
I listen to my jailors commands
Keep my head down, avoid others
Scrub the floors until the paint peels
To reveal a blank canvas underneath
I lay in bed for days as to not be a bother.
But my jailor is never satisfied
They always find a way to make me suffer
Yet they\'re my only company
As I isolate myself further
And my once colorful walls are now devoid of color
My jailor becomes the only friend I have left.
Slowly my dreams of the outside world disappear
I accept that this prison is where I belong
Because my jailor tells me it\'s better in here
No one can harm me as long as they\'re by my side
I am a prisoner of my own mind
And I am never getting out.