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.
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My ED has always tried to convince me it's my friend, that it's here to protect me, that it punishes me for my own good. I don't believe that any longer and, if you struggle with the same thing, you shouldn't either. But breaking out is hard. Keep fighting.
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Breaking out is very difficult, I know from personal experience, there is hope there is a way out, it took me finally surrendering to God and giving Him control,full control,
He saved me from myself and my own mind, he saved me from the situation I was in , there is hope and love and freedom in God
My impatient jailer never leaves me in peace ,he needs it's daily words to nourish it's soul...
We are so often prisoners to ourselves, seeing only the negative and rarely the positive. The shackles that bind us are strong, but we also hold the key and fighting turns the key. Very well written and wonderfully introspective.
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