I feel like a prisoner in my own head My thoughts rattling the cell gate wanting to get out Then the guard yelling to get back That’s me... I’m the guard Telling my feelings to get back Knowing that no one would understand Knowing that things are getting out of hand Ya know the funny thing is, is that they tell you to reach out before it gets bad But then when you do, you get told you’re overdramatic or overreacting So I’m constantly stuck feeling like a prisoner and a guard at the same time Feeling like i’m serving life for a crime A crime i didn’t even commit I didn’t ask to feel this way I didn’t ask for sleepless nights Contemplating life I didn’t ask for constant overthinking and never feeling enough I’m trapped with no way out I try to scream I try to shout But then there comes that guard again Telling me to shut up because if I tell someone they aren’t going to understand It’s a constant battle between the two And i don’t know exactly what to do