You're stuck. You're trapped
It's keeping you in.
Mind is broken
Soul is tired
a sea of screaming lies.

The one way out
The tiny escape
It's not always open and free.
A simple lid
******* on tighter and tighter
rarely gets its chance to loosen
and break its contents free.

The mind is delicate
so easily surrounded
by a coating of plastic
shutting you inside yourself
trapped for life.

Silence can haunt your mind.
It echos off the walls.
Bouncing of plastic.

We await the day this plastic melts,
Yet also dread it's happening.
The unknown is haunting

Is it
          worth
                          it?