Prisoner of Mind

Prisoner of Mind

I gaze through the window pane of my mind
My travels have been far and wide
A beaten path, I have followed
That has left me, broke and hollowed
No-one cares what road I turn
It is not their love, that I yearn
I pick myself up off the ground
Sinister thoughts I stir around
Keep them repressed, Prozac dreams
My actions are never, what they seem
You'll never read the real me
Keep my demons locked within
In my mind, I always win
The voices tell me this and that
I tell them, they're the piece of crap

Chelley Bean Poetess