Imprisoned Poem by Alanna M.A

It's when I'm alone you know..

My thoughts, my fears, my desires
They begin to eat away at me.
Slowly, gnawing on my brain,
Piece by piece.
I can hear them, feel them,
Live them, breathe them.
Taunting..
Teasing my sanity,
Mocking me.
So loud, so sharp
are these unspoken words,
that linger above me
So recklessly.
Can it stop?
All that is my merciless judgement
and self destruction?
My sensibility?
Irrelevant.
Petty, of course,
to that what is the speech
of my belligerent insecurities.
I wander aimlessly,
through these dark passageways
that occupy my brain
so intrusively.
Seeking refuge in my hope.
Cringing from the very emptiness
that lingers so closely.
A door opens.
Inside..
is my mind.
A hellish oblivion of sort..
I sit in utter darkness,
Suffocated by this curtain of confusion
that drops before me..
So piercing is the cry
of my tainted innocence.
How can it be that I am such at war
with my own self?
I'm held captive in the vessel,
the root, the toxic whirlwind that is my mind.
The curtain is lifted,
and the truth prevails
an endless strife.

Who shall forfeit?