My Own Prisoner

If you think about it, we're all just prisoners in some way. Either on this Earth or at work or even in your own head... And no one gets out early for good behavior..

I'm trapped,

in the prison of my mind.

I'm the only prisoner,

I'm one of  a kind.

Serving a life sentence,

No escaping, No bail.

How long must I stay,

In this rendition of Hell.

I want to go home,

I want to be free.

Except that's not possible,

In this prison of me.

The End

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