Prison

Hope I make it out
Of this prison
And move on with my life
See my vision true
Take a step forward towards
Something that benefits me and you
To tell you the truth
I am lost alone
In a prison
Sitting in the middle
Of a void-filled ocean
Contemplating the reasons why
I fight my emotions
My anger overtakes
My soul takes a side
As I repress my anger
Feed the enraged demons inside
At night I try
To cry my demons away
But they do not seem to be swayed
Persuade them to leave
I always fail
Inside this prison
I am stuck in my ways
Cannot leave
Even though I have the key
Oh I have the key
But I refuse to leave my cell
It's a bit confusing
It's a bit confounding
When my close ones come to visit
They find themselves dumbfounded
For I don't tell the truth
I don't lie either, I just tell them to leave
Let me be
Inside my prison
I feel safe in here
Even if it's torturing to me
I feel safe in here
Inside my little prison
For I might be in jail
But it's repetitive, normal
I might've gone insane
But here that is normal
Everything I said
Inside here is normal
I can be as casual as I want
Or act very formal
I can be as useless as I'd like
Or put out the best performance
I can make people hate me or like me
It wouldn't matter none
For inside my prison
I am the only one

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