Some days I feel the need to express
how I feel through words on a page
but instead I retreat, nonetheless,

to a darkness of solitude
where I tend to spend my time
concentrating on one’s fortitude.

Lethargically indifferent as I seem,
it is a façade that deeply masks
the emotions within my bloodstream.

The idol of being a helpless maiden
has eluded me of my reality;
For I keep myself barricaded in

this lonesome, desolate lair,
protected by my own unfortunate mind,
dwells as a pit of endless despair.

Shall I ever awake from such a dream
composed of awful, evil things
or is this, perhaps, the new regime?