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Feb 2012
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.
Ben DuBois
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Ben DuBois
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