Prisoner Of My Mind

Its hard to dream,  
when everything is already a nightmare.  
Knowing you should just give up,  
throw in the towel.  
 
Everyday life seeming like a murder trial,  
your name pulled through the mud.  
Just speaking somehow pollutes the already  
tainted air.  
 
No reason to fight anymore,  
its hard to buck a system built to destroy you.  
Just a man,  
and the law of the land-  
no designated survivor,  
a pig to the slaughter, it seems.  
 
 
Every day,  
a new rule broken  
cancels out the get out of jail free cards.  
 
Never anything good on the menu,  
just shit, and a lot of it.  
Its hard to taste hope,  
when bitterness coats every bite,  
choking on the lies being served.  
A banquet of broken promises  
on a table set with "i don't cares."  
 
Walls close in,  
a prison without bars.  
Every breath feels borrowed,  
every step feels wrong.  
A stage of where failure is the only applause.  
 
I am my own judge.  
I am my own jury.  
I am my own executioner.