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