i am in prison
but it’s not what you think.
there are no bars.
no chains.
there are no scheduled visitations
except for the demons
that visit me in my nightmares.
and the monsters under the bed
That greet me
When I wake.

Instead, i am
imprisoned by my own
tumultuous thoughts of anxiety
and contrition

i am in prison
made from my own
imaginary friends.
and i can’t seem
to find
release.