I locked myself in a wood.
You’d think it wouldn’t hold me, but it could.
I traveled up and down the rows of oak
but I could never get out, I covered my eyes with my own cloak.

I secured myself with heavy chains
and all this time I looked to the outside with blame.
I had the key right there in my hand
I was the one who gave myself the loser brand.

I punched myself in the gut and left myself to bleed
“Everyone stop hurting me!”I did often plead.
A black eye and my hand bruised,
and I couldn’t understand the other’s abuse

I saw everyone as someone who would hurt me
but the truth is, I just didn’t want to see
That the only person who ever did me harm,
A person who never set off alarms,
To them, I could not be nearer
And I stared right into her eyes, whenever I looked in the mirror.