Escape

I need to escape

this prison my mind's

being held captive in.

I built the walls

with the help of my thoughts,

and I never

made an exit.

The walls are made of

stone.

They pound

inside my head with mallets of

headaches,

tears,

insomnia,

identity questioning,

loneliness,

and knowing

no one will ever understand.

No matter how hard

I try to spill

my guts out into words,

they will never

reveal

what the stone walls

are holding in.

What the mallets

try to break

them for.

...

captivity

is

inevitable