My mind is like a prison cell.. you can never get out.

This was when I was fighting with a few friends .. and one thought they could tell me how to live my life..

Trapped in my own mind...
So many things misunderstood...
Heart races fast then the words can come out...
I begin to fill with doubt...
There is no way out...
I'm not yours...
You are under my control...
What I clam as mine is mine...
Leave them alone...
And leave me be...
I just want to be free...
I need things to be the way they were before...
This is my fault...
Please I beg you pull the trigger and let me hit the floor...
Watch my eyes fade...
And my skin turn white...

Just let me be free...
Let this all end tonight...
I'll reach for you one more time...
But you let me fall...
You promised you would never let that happen...

Reviews

[Vectra Mendonie]

I really like this poem. It shows the dark place you were in when you wrote it and I hope you got to a better place. The poem wasn't hard to read or understand while still being a good read above a third grader level and not about humor, a combination which is getting rarer everyday. There is a typo when you said "what I clam as mine is mine" (No judgments, just pointing it out). Good poem, good job!