My Mind
If there was away to escape from my mind I would,
My mind is filled with great pain, worries, images of hatred and passion,
But no matter what I can never escape my mind,
Every time I see something of value or importance its always behind glass,
Inches away but still yet a mile away,
My mind is a prison, an island of Alcatraz in the middle of the pacific ocean,
So why a prison, why so much pain, why so much uncontrolled emotions,
The thoughts are unclear, and the secrets are kept hidden away from me,
With my mind in control, I shall always be kept locked up,
Locked up for treason of myself, and arson for burning the books of secrets,
An imprisonment my mind is and always shall be,
But still rattling my bares begging others for the secrets that were burnt away,
My mind is my future, my decider, and holds the secrets to my demise.