A Prison Of The Mind

I'm a prisoner of my mind. 

My thoughts trap me. 

Surrounding me.

I fight. I push.

I don't want to face reality.

My mind prisons me,

demanding my attention.

I sense an ominous beast

approaching my soft padded room

hidden in the folds of my mind.

The monster breathes down my neck,

its dark breath immersing me.

Its sharp talons dig into my forhead.

Piercing my heart.

Hatred, malice, apathy

oozes into me.

My mind's prison torments me.

Tears soak my cheeks.

Because the simple fact is.

The beast is me.