Light in the darkness,
Yet darkness in the day.
Just the right kind of madness,
In the best and worst way.

Organized dysfunction,
Chaos within the calm.
Quiet sits upon my lips,
But my words are in my palm.

I cry when I'm happy,
And laugh when I'm sad.
I like you and I hate it,
For softly driving me mad.

I dream of you when I'm awake.
You're not who I thought I'd find.
Fascinated yet terrified,
You're the calm in my restless mind.

Hesitantly I reach out,
With my hands wide closed.
Carefully I observe,
Myself juxtaposed.

I am a prisoner,
without being confined.
I am a hostage,
Within my own mind.
No walls or wires,
No bricks to detain.
No bars or cuffs,
But still I'm in chains.
Thoughts of you,
Grip me tight.
Throughout the day,
Throughout the night.
I'm in solitary,
Alone as I wonder,
This punishment
I'm under.
You're not my punisher,
But rather my light.
Am I wrong,
Or am I right?
Are you my letter?
My glimpse of home?
Or just a dream,
Inside this dome?
I'm being held captive,
Inside my head.
My mind is racing,
But heavy as lead.
I wait for my freedom.
It's fleeting at best.
Only when you're near,
Is this prison at rest.