Mind Palace Poem by Montaha Gasir

People who once made you smile,
Are the reason for your tears.
They hang you up and put you on trail,
And bring to life your deepest fears.

They make you live with broken dreams,
Thrown into the bottom of a ditch.
Suffering internal scattered screams,
As you see yourself as nothing but a glitch.

Trauma is what they call it.
PTSD is what it causes.
Symptoms, nothing I permit.
My existence it pauses.

With my own self, I am done.
For I litter myself with imperfection.
I'll stare down the barrel of a gun,
But never at my own reflection.

My mind is a place I'm trapped in.
It's dangerous, full of malice.
A space of darkness from within.
It's scary inside this Palace.