i feel...trapped.
i'm locked in a box,
in my very own mind,
and i cant get out.

i cant escape,
cant leave, i hold the only key,
but there's no convincing me,
i wont give it up.

i cant. not yet.
i wont give away my sanity.
i wont give it away,
cant let it free,
cant let go of what makes me, me.

it builds up, all this depressive creativity,
longing to break free,
to bursts through the cracks,
and bubble up from beneath.

to leave me feeling...empty.
empty, and relieved,
that my eyes can see me for me,
and not who my captors want me to be.

i want to be free.