Internal Abyss

A poem I wrote inspired by my frustration.

Alone in the dark.

It's eating me from the inside out,

all these questions without answers.

Am I insane?

Am I really even here?

Is this some dream I can't seem to wake from?

I keep telling myself everything will be better in the morning, but I wake up and everything is the same.

I feel like I am in a straight jacket.

My mind can't breathe, nothing inspires me.

I'm becoming what they want me to be.

That very thought makes me want to dissolve.

To become ashes and spread over the desolate earth.

I have no safe haven.

No sanctuary.

No place to think for myself.

Everything and everyone is filling my head with themselves.

I'm like a computer being programmed.

A w***e being used.

A pawn being moved.

My head feels like a public toilet that has never been flushed.

Well, bring on the Drano.