Trapped.


The dark shadows are here again
Of misgiving, melancholy and grim
The self doubt and loathing anew
Edginess reaching its own brim
 
The demon is here, once more
Ranting about the failure in the mirror
His minions prick and cut on your insides
Thoughts bleed, unleash untamable terror
 
Misfit, outsider, a joke
Terms of which you’re well aware
“But you had left this all behind”, a voice says
Fainter still, as a noose the neck ensnares
 
Liberated, in all of the worldly ways
Bound yet, by own make
The prison made of scab and locks
Alive in a life that’s not your own to take
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