I’m locked in this prison cell As a victim of my own mind, A prisoner to my own thoughts, And stricken by my own past.
All I can do is sit here And watch the world unfold around me From this prison cell of my own mind.
It always kills me to think of All I’ve done All I haven’t done …All I’ve done
I like to think I’m not like the stereotypical guys But maybe I’m one of them too. Victim to my own *** A prisoner to the stereotypes… Stricken by testosterone habits.
I wish I hadn’t done The things that I’ve done But the past has already passed With no way of fixing.
So instead I’m stuck here, In this prison cell I call a brain As a victim of my own mind, A prisoner to my own thoughts Stricken by my own past
**January 30, 2012
The 11th of 12 poems about my relationship frustrations. If you've read any of the other poems previous to this one then this poem is pretty self explanatory. If not, this one is just about how my past constantly comes back to haunt me.