Trapped In My Own Mind

Trapped in my own mind
Just trying to shake off that feeling
that I'm the maker of my own demise
because this false clarity
it robs me of all rational thought
and in turn, I ruin my life

Trapped in my own mind
I want something to take the edge off
Maybe some whisky will help me
if I don't offend anyone
I'll call it a night well spent
A night for the ages

I always see myself as fallible
in everything I achieve
I can never deceive

Trapped in my own mind
Whatever woman is in my heart
is iconclastic fodder for my bitterness
There's nothing beautiful left
when I am left to my own devices
because everybody lets me down eventually

The End

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