I feel like I'm stuck in a world I created for myself.
"A Prison by my own design"
Except,
I lost the directions,
I don't know my own way out.
I was placed here by grayish hands
and a convincing smile.
I kept trying to look up,
but every time I did I saw the same convincing smile with the same words pursed on their lips...
"This is normal, honey"




So I stopped looking up.