Phantom Agony.

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck inside myself, only writing and feeling things about myself
when the world is so big.
But the eyes I have are mine, my brain and its synapses,
my tongue and my lungs, my fingers and movements,
these are also mine.
Therefore, it's hard to see something other than what my eyes can see
or feel and wonder about things my mind can't reach.
But even if I could, my lungs breathe for me
and my mouth is a slave.
I can not escape myself, because I am human.
And after everything,
it means to be a prisoner.