Asylum Poem by Leah Jeanne

My sanctuary has become my prison.
I cannot escape this anger.
I'm drowning in it.
Where I used to see blue calming waters I now see red burning flames.
I grind my teeth and clench my fists,
Trying to prevent the inevitable explosion.
I've sewn my mouth shut to keep from screaming out,
It doesn't seem to help.
These tumultuous emotions churn and boil
Tearing me apart from inside out.
How do I escape myself?
How do I rid my soul of my demons?
My fake smile is beginning to crumble.
Not much longer now.
I'm going to crack.
Into tiny, little pieces.
Will this break be my last?
The pieces so tiny all hope of wholeness disappears
And I wander through life
Cracked and empty.