My Secret Prison


 

This is my way of self-deceit

What should be clear is blurred

Few people know, no one cares

This is me alone, trying to figure who I am and who I will be become

 

This is me pretending that this is what I need

God won’t take it away; instead I’m locked in my secret prison

If I only I could take the memories back, to forget about all the times I fell

But it has always been just me and my prison.