Prisoner of Your Own Mind

They don’t know what it feels like to be a prisoner in your own mind
To be stranded on an island of your mind surrounded by enraging thoughts passionately welcoming you into its ‘glory’

They don’t know what it’s like
Waking up the morning after a fulfilled day
Partially immersed in concentrated pain
Of past, present and future

They don’t know what it’s like
Laughing whole heartedly one moment,
And crying, whole heartedly the next.

They don’t know
But yet they assume

They say I’m fine.

They say I worry too much.

Some think I’m just seeking attention.

But they don’t know what it’s like

To be a prisoner of your own mind.

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