Locked up in a room
made up of my sorrows,
I sat and I waited
for each possible tomorrow.
Alone with my thoughts,
and alone with my feelings,
I sat and I waited
and my mind was always screaming.
With nowhere to go,
and nothing to do at all,
I fantasized about my life
outside of those four walls.
I waited for the day
of my glorious release,
and until that day,
I sent my captors constant, aching pleas.
I begged and I pried
to finally be free,
but no one seemed to listen,
and no one seemed to hear me.
For I knew not how long
my captivity would be,
because I never realized
that my captor was me.