Building A Prison

This is not a home
So just leave me alone
I need a place to dwell
Might as well be hell
Strung out from the night
Devoid of any fight
Just a scream inside my head
It keeps me from my bed
Walls that never quit
All they do is spit
Vicious lies about my mind
Forgotten what it’s like to be kind
Now let me weave and cry
Its my choice if I lie
A mirror is not a friend
Just a way to bend
Warp what I wish to see
Then vent something from me
Spirit as thin as glass
Ready to be become sparse
Trapped so far inside
My heart has now dried

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