Trapped

"I'll act a false role,

to hide the fact I'm trapped,

in my own skull.

The worst kind of jail,

every attempted escape,

I fail.

Created for swift destruction,

agonizing entrapment ends all means of construction.

Reduced to my knees to beg,

speech ceases to segue,

it blares,

unending,

in my head.

I tried to end the shame,

but in the end,

only I'm to blame.

Cut for Cut,

Flame for Flame,

tear the skin to kill the pain.

Please,

End my hurt,

stop the rain.

In the distance,

the day I'm free,

when my thoughts let go of me.

Blood of the soul,

fills the stormy sea,

within my skull.

Wriggle out,

my will is wrapped,

ceaseless doubt,

in my thought's I'm trapped."

To some, their body is a temple, to others it is a prison.