I'm a prisoner in my own mind, Imagining freedom. Blatant images that I rather suppress than address, because painful memories brings upon those foreign feelings, that I have no hope in dealing with. I hate being locked in my head Where the sweetest things are dark. Where the sweetest things are corrupt. Where my imagination is to painful to interrupt the reality I can't escape from.  The mind is a dangerous place to be trapped in. Revealing your deepest fears that you try to ignore.  Questions asked, questions I never replied to. Because replying is accepting the fact that you've done wrong. In my mind it's all your fault. In my mind I could do no wrong. In my mind I finally realize that the reality of the situation was that I allowed all the pain to be inflicted upon me. So you would have no pain to feel,So you could be happy and understand how that feels.