Inside of my head,
a prison resides,

A self-made prison where my true spirit hides.

Though never been behind bars,
I feel confined,

A captive of my own thoughts,
endlessly entwined.



My dreams, once vivid,
now dulled by despair,

Each step I take met with self-doubt and care.

Inmates of my heart,
these thoughts conspire,

To shackle my potential,
extinguish my fire.



They taunt me relentlessly,
these voices inside,

Mocking my ambitions,
my courage they deride.

With every chance they get,
they strike me down,

Weaving webs of negativity,
my spirit they drown.



I yearn for freedom,
to break these...