This Cell Of Mine

Incarcerated in my own mind,
Punishing myself,
Sentenced 25 to life,
For crimes that I know were not justified.

As I sit in this cell of mine,
Waiting my life away,
Thinking about where I came from,
Knowing everyone else has moved on.

The air is cold,
In this cell of mine,
Waiting for my mind to reshape,
Knowing there is no escape.

I lock myself in the cell of mine,
Wishing I could change,
But even though I own the key,
I do not wish to be free.

As I live here. In this cell of mine,
Staring at the blankness that I see,
Hoping that one day.

I can finally be me.