Trapped

by Rayla

My words are trapped inside my head

trying to break free from the prison I created.

It’s made of brick, no doors, no windows,

but I can hear their screams and whimpers,

muffled by my criticisms and my “you’re not good enough.”

That is louder than any trapped word, any compliment, any like, any favorite.

I’m trapped inside my head

trying to break free from the prison I created.

Everyday is a losing battle,

but I try.

I still look for that glimmer of me from before.

The one who was free,

but she is slowly disappearing.

Being replaced by someone I don’t know,

never thought I would meet.

We must learn each other

and fight for what we want.

To free those trapped words inside my head

trying to break free from the prison I created.

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